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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY   OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 

S773 


I 


POEMS 


^  FEB  21 1935 


AND 


HYMNS 

OF 

DAWN. 


'*  A  bending  staff  I  would  not  break, 
A  feeble  faith  I  would  not  shake, 
Nor  even  rudely  pluck  away 
The  error  which  some  truth  may  stay, 
Whose  sudden  lo?s  might  leave  without 
A  shield  against  the  shafts  of  doubt." 


TOWER  PUBLISHING  CO. 

Bible  House. 

1890. 

ALLEGHENY,  PA., 

U  S.  A. 


©0  tljB  £nig  nf  kings  anb  Cnrb  r)f  lorbs; 

IN  THE  INTEREST  OP 

HIS  CONSECKATED  ''SAINTS," 

WAITING   FOU   THE   ADOPTION. 
AND  OF 

"All  that  in  evfry  place  call  upon  the  Lord" — 
'•the  household  of  faith," 

AXD  OF 

The  groaning  creation  travailing  and  waiting 
for  the  manifestation  of  the  sons  of  god, 

Stjis  WOork  is  ^zVicaUh. 


'  To  make  all  see  what  is  the  fellowship  of  the  mjster j  wnich  from  the  begia 

ningof  the  world  hath  been  hid  in  God."     "Wherein  He  hath  abounded 

toward  us  in  all  wisdom  and  prudence,  having  made  known  unto  us 

the  mystery  of  Eis  will,  according  to  His  good  pleasure  which  He 

hath  purposed  in  Himself;  that  in  tha  dispensation  of  the 

falnesp  of  the  times  He  might  gather  together  in  one,  all 

things,  under  Christ."— Epli.  1 :  8-10 ;  3:4,  5.  9. 


Copyright  1890. 

Tower  Publishing  COoi 

Allegheny,  Pa. 


INTRODUCTION. 


Necessity  is  the  best  of  all  reasons.  A  necessity  seems 
to  call  for  just  such  a  volume  of  hymns  and  poems  as  the 
one  here  presented,  and  therefore  it  is. 

Grand  truths  are  made  yet  grander  and  more  beautiful 
as  smoothly  and  soothingly  they  flow  in  rhyme;  and  for 
family  worship,  and  for  social  public  gatherings  of  the 
Lord's  children,  nothing  can  be  much  more  profitable  to 
them  or  more  pleasing  to  our  Lord  than  united  prayer 
and  praise  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs — sing- 
ing and  making  melody  unto  the  Lord  from  the  heart. 

True,  there  are  already  many  collections  of  poems  and  of 
hymns,  most  of  which  contain  some  that  are  grand  and 
beautiful,  and  some  might  therefore  question  the  necessity 
of  a  new  collection.  Collections  in  general,  however,  con- 
tain much  more  of  chaff  than  of  golden  grain;  and  each 
collection  seems  to  have  omitted  many  of  the  choicest  and 
to  have  included  many  undesirable.  Hence  it  seemed  to  us 
expedient,  and  the  Lord's  will,  to  prepare  this  fresh  collec- 
tion. From  it  we  have  endeavored  to  leave  out  all  chaff; 
and  though  we  cannot  hope  that  we  have  herein  garnered 
all  the  worthy  grain,  we  certainly  have  winnowed  very 
carefully  and  have  found  and  brought  together  a  collection 
which  in  our  judgment  is  without  an  equal,  and  just  what 
God's  consecrated  children  will  rejoice  to  see. 

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It  will  be  observed  that  the  hymns  selected  generally 
represent  the  attitude  of  truly  consecrated  believers,  whose 
sins  have  been  forgiven,  and  not  of  unbelievers  and  sinners 
desiring  to  find  God  and  to  obtain  forgiveness.  We  regard 
it  as  improper  for  any  to  take  the  Lord's  praise  into  his 
mouth  until  he  has  believed,  and  hence  until  forgiven. 
(See  Psa.  50:  16.)  We  believe,  too,  that  it  is  very  un- 
becoming to  the  Lord's  saints  to  take  the  attitude  of  sinners, 
and  to  sir>g,  for  instance — 

"  Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear ; 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare?" — 
and  many  of  the  same  stamp.     And  it  seems  equally  im- 
proper that  a  hymn  should  be  addressed  and  sung  to  sin- 
nerSf  as — 

"  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy," — 

when  the  idea  should  be  that  of  worship  to  the  Lord — 
praise,  prayer  and  thankfulness.  Hence  none  of  the  usual 
revival  hymns  are  included  in  this  collection,  which  is 
strictly  what  its  name  indicates — Poems  and  Hymns  of  the 
Dawn — for  the  Bride,  and  for  all  the  Redeemed. 

Not  fettered  by  sectarian  boundary  lines,  we  have  gath- 
ered from  everywhere — from  the  Methodist  and  the  Pres- 
byterian Hymnals,  from  Winnowed  Hymns,  from  the 
Gospel  Hymns  Consolidated,  from  the  Jubilee  Harp,  and 
from  others  a  few.  As  these  hymns  and  poems  are  read, 
it  will  be  noticed  that  though  written  under  varying  cir- 
cumstances, and  some  of  them  centuries  apart,  the  one 
holy  Spirit  of  the  one  Master  must  have  more  or  less  con- 
trolled and  inspired  the  noble  and  beautiful  truths  and 
sentiments  expressed,  (We  do  not  mean  a  plenary  in- 
spiration, such  as  we  attribute  to  the  prophets  and  apostles, 
but  an  inspiration  resulting  from  a  familiarity  and  sympathy 

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with  the  plenary  inspirations  and  teachings  of  the  Scrip- 
tures.) 

While  some  of  these  poems  have  been  altered  some- 
what to  bring  them  into  full  harmony  with  the  yet  clearer 
light  of  the"  harvest"  time,  the  intelligent  reader  will  be 
impressed  with  the  thought  that  though  these  poets  believed 
themselves  to  belong  to  the  various  sects,  yet  really  they 
were  all  of  the  otie  church,  partakers  of  the  one  spirit, 
taught  by  the  one  Lord. 

We  have  not  affixed  the  names  of  the  writers  to  each 
poem,  for  two  reasons :  first,  because  we  cannot  surely 
know  the  authorship  of  all  of  them;  and  second,  be- 
cause we  could  not  know  whether  the  authors  would  in 
every  instance  like  to  have  their  names  attached  on  ac- 
count of  the  alterations  made.  Our  decision  has  there- 
fore been  to  mention  the  authors'  names,  so  far  as  known, 
only  in  the  Index,  and  there  to  indicate  by  a  mark  {^) 
which  have  been  altered.  This  arrangement  we  trust  will 
be  agreeable  to  many  and  offensive  to  none. 

The  poems  not  set  to  music  we  have  placed  first  in  order 
and  have  arranged  them,  so  far  as  possible,  to  tell  the  story 
of  God's  plan  lor  man's  salvation  and  of  the  believers' 
faith  and  growth  in  grace  and  trust  connectedly. 

The  hymns,  it  will  be  noticed,  are  arranged  in  alphabet- 
ical order.  We  trust  that  this  will  prove  a  convenience  to 
all  who  may  use  the  book,  as  it  will  save  time  and  annoy- 
ance in  searching  an  index.  Tunes  suitable  to  the  hymns 
are  indicated  at  the  head  of  each,  so  far  as  possible,  and 
as  often  as  possible  the  numbers  of  the  same  in  either 
Winnowed  Hymns,  Gospel  Hymns  Consolidated,  the 
Epworth  Hymnal,  Songs  of  Pilgrimage  or  Jubilee 
Harp,  which  are  indicated  by  the  abreviations  W.  H., 
G.  H.,  S.  P.  and  J.  H.  Where  a  number  meet  together 
one  copy  each,  of  the  above  named  books  would  be  con- 
venient for  the  sake  of  the  music. 
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Those  who  will  feel  the  deepest  interest  in  this  collec- 
tion, and  whose  sentiments  will  be  most  fully  voiced  in  its 
verses,  will  midoubtedly  be  those  in  fullest  degree  of  sym- 
pathy with  the  divine  plan  of  the  ages,  as  set  forth  in  the 
several  volumes  of  Millennial  Dawn,  the  eyes  of 
whose  understandings  have  been  opened  to  the  clearer, 
purer  light  now  shining  from  our  great  Redeemer's  cross, 
showing  the  fullness  and  the  completeness  of  his  salvation. 

In  fact,  this  volume,  while  not  numbered  as  one  of  the 
volumes  of  the  Millennial  Dawn  series,  is  designed  to  be  a 
companion  volume,  a  melodious  accompaniment  to  the 
"  new  song,"  "  the  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  "  (the 
grand  harmony  of  the  law  and  the  gospel),  as  presented 
in  the  regular  Dawn  series. 

Let  the  music  of  God's  good  and  great  plan  ring  through 
your  hearts  and  lives,  dear  fellow-pilgrims  and  fellow- 
members  of  the  "  royal  priesthood,"  so  that  every  day  and 
every  hour  shall  be  filled  with  joy  and  praise  and  thank- 
fulness. And  that  this -little  volume  may  assist  in  deep- 
ening the  work  of  grace  in  your  hearts  is  our  object  and 
our  prayer  in  its  preparation. 

With  grateful  thankfulness  to  our  Lord  and  Master 
who  has  blessed  me  and  the  work  thus,  I  acknowledge  the 
very  valuable  assistance  of  my  life-companion  and  faithful 
co-laborer  in  the  editing  of  this  volume,  and  pray  bless- 
ings upon  all  who  use  the  book  similar  to  that  we  have 
enjoyed  in  its  compilation.  Most  respectfully, 
Your  servant  in  Christ, 

C.  T.   RUSSELL. 
Allegheny,  Pa.^  U.  S.  A. 


POKNIS    OK    DAWK 


THE  OLD,  OLD  STORY. 


Inquirer. — 

O^ELL  ME  the  old,  old  story. 
A    Some  say  from  heav'n  above, 
One,  Jesus,  left  great  glory 
To  show  to  men  God's  love. 

Tell  me  the  story  simply, 

As  to  a  little  child; 
For  I  of  sin  am  weary, 

Dissatisfied,  defiled. 

Tell  me  the  story  slowly, 
That  I  may  take  it  in — 

That  storv  of  redemption, 
God's  remedy  for  sin. 

Tell  me  the  story  clearly 
How  Christ  a  ransom  gave. 

O  friend,  am  I  the  sinner 
Whom  Jesus  came  to  save? 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

You  fig  Christian. — 

Tell  me  the  story  often; 
For  I  forget  so  soon: 
The  early  dew  of  morning 
Has  passed  away  at  noon. 

Tell  me  the  same  old  story, 
When  you  have  cause  to  feai 

That  this  world's  empty  glory 
Is  costing  me  too  dear. 

Christian  in  Affliction. — 
Tell  me  the  story  always, 
If  you  would  really  be, 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 
A  comforter  to  me. 

Tell  me  the  story  sweetly, 
In  calm  and  soothing  strain, 

And  let  its  blessed  message 
Refresh  my  soul  again. 

Yes,  and  while  coming  glory 
Is  dawning  on  my  soul. 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story: 

'  Twill  help  me  reach  the  goal. 

REPLY. 

You  ask  me  for  the  story 
How  Jesus,  from  above. 

Left  all  his  heavenly  glory. 
To  prove  that  God  is  love. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Well,  you  shall  have  the  story, 

The  old,  old  story,  too; 
And  I  am  pleased  to  tell  it; 

To  me  'tis  always  new. 

I'd  gladly  tell  to  some  one 
These  tidings  every  day. 

I  never  should  grow  weary 
Of  pointing  out  the  way; — 

The  way  to  life  and  glory, 
Whose  end  is  bliss  complete, 

In  which  the  blest  old  story 
Directs  our  willing  feet. 

And  as  you  hear  these  tidings 
Of  joy  and  peace,  you  '11  see 

They're  not  the  awful  warnings 
Of  endless  misery; — 

Of  a  death  "  whose  pang  outlasts 
The  quiv  'ring,  fleeting  breath," 

Round  which  "  eternal  horrors  hang/ 
A  never  dying  death. 

And  this,  the  hopeless  doom  for  all 

Except  a  little  flock. 
You  see  they  do  not  comprehend 

The  precious  old,  old  Book, — 

But  as  the  herald  angels  sang, 
Good  news  without  alloy,* 

Which  yet  "  shall  to  all  people  be 
Good  tidings  of  great  joy. ' ' 

Luke  2  :  lo. 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

The  story  of  our  mournful  fall  * 
From  Eden's  blissful  state, 

Into  the  depths  of  sin  and  death,  f 
Called  pity  forth  so  great — 

That,  from  his  shining  courts  above, 
God  sent  his  own  dear  Son;  \ 

And  by  his  full  empowered  arm, 
For  us  deliv  'ranee  won. 

Not  in  a  way  which  set  aside 

His  wise  and  just  decree. 
That  whosoe  'er  his  law  defied 

Must  therefore  cease  to  be;  § 

But  by  rend  'ring  unto  justice 

The  fullest  satisfaction,  || 
That  thus  he  might  be  just,  and  still 

Perform  the  great  transaction — 

Saving  a  lost  and  ruined  race 

To  endless  life  and  glory. 
This  is  the  burden  of  his  plan. 

So  I  '11  begin  the  story. 

In  Eden's  pleasant  garden  ** 
God  placed  a  perfect  pair; 

Their  surroundings  were  delightful , 
Their  eternal  prospects  fair. 

■^  Gen.  3.  ■\  Gen.  2:17  margin  ;  Rom.  5:12;  6  :  23 ; 
X  John  3  :  16.  I  Job  14  :  14,  12,  13,  15  ;  10  :  19  ;  Psa.  146  : 
3,  4 ;  90 :  3 ;  Matt.  7:13.  ||  Rom.  3 :  24-26.  ^*  Gen.  2 ;  8-15. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

But  soon  they  disobeyed  him 
In  the  only  thing  denied:* 

Forbidden  fruit  they  tasted, 

So  in  course  of  time  they  died. 

Yet  even  with  this  sentence 
God's  mercy  was  declared  j 

In  a  promise  of  redemption, 

Through  the  woman's  seed  prepared. 

Yes,  one  of  Eve's  descendants 
Should  bring  to  all  the  rest 

The  boon  of  life  thus  promised. 
And  all  through  him  be  blest. 

He  should  be  Son  of  Eve, 

But  Son  of  God  as  well;]; 
And  bring  a  full  salvation,  § 

The  Holy  Scriptures  tell. 

Thus  he'd  be  a  new  creation — 
Son  of  God  and  Son  of  Eve, 

That  naught  of  Adam's  condemnation 
He  misfht  from  him  receive. 


Thus  he  'd  escape  the  condemnation 
That  fell  on  Adam's  race, 

And  be  a  suitable  oblation 
To  take  the  sinner's  place. 


^Gen.  2:  i6,  17.    |  Gen.  3:15.    J  Luke  I  :  35.    |  Matt. 
I  :  21. 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

He  did  not  come  by  sinful  blood, 
Though  Mary  was  a  sinner; 

His  spotless  life  was  but  transferred 
Into  the  human  nature. 

And  thus  for  us  he  was  made  poor 
Who  once  in  glory  reigned,     [pow  'r, 

That  we,  made  rich  through  love's  great 
Might  be  to  life  regained. 

Four  thousand  years  passed  over, 

Adam  and  Eve  had  died, 
And  all  mankind  were  struggling 

In  death's  o  'erwhelmmg  tide. 

One  night  some  shepherds,  watching  * 

On  fair  Judea's  plains, 
A  heavenly  light  saw  streaming, 

And  heard  angelic  strains. 

One  of  the  holy  angels  f 

Had  come  from  heav  'n  above. 

To  tell  the  then  new  story 

Of  God's  and  Christ's  great  love. 

[  For  'tis  not  only  love  of  Christ,  \ 

But  of  Jehovah  first. 
Who  planned  the  great  deliv  'ranee. 

The  bands  of  death  to  burst. 

Who  ^^ sent'"  his  well-beloved  Son, 

The  idol  of  his  heart. 
Thus  commending  his  love  to  us  § 

By  a  sacrificer's  part — 

^t  Luke  2  :  8-12.     j  John  3:  i6,  17.    \  Rom.  5  :  8. 
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P 06711$  of  Dawn, 

In  the  great  plan  his  love  devised, 
Which  Christ  was  pleased  w  ith  too. 

Thus  love  of  God,  and  love  of  Christ, 
Are  both  brought  to  our  view.] 

He  came  to  bring  good  tidings — 
Saying,  you  must  not  fear; 

For  Christ,  your  new-born  Savior, 
Lies  in  the  village  near. 

And  a  multitude  of  angels  j- 

Joined  in  an  anthem  then: 
"  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest. 

Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men  !  " 

And  was  that  strange  new  story  true? 

They  went  at  once  to  see. 
And  found  the  babe  in  a  manger,  \ 

Yes,  it  was  truly  he — 

The  Seed  that  had  been  promised 

So  many  ages  past. 
Had  come  to  save  lost  sinners: 

Yes,  he  had  come  at  last. 


The  babe  to  lovely  boyhood  grew. 
And  then  to  manhood's  prime; 

Then,  "  Lo,  I  come.  Thy  will  to  do, 
O  God,"  he  said,  "  not  mine." 

*  Heb.  lo :  4-7  ;  Psa.  40  :  7,  8.  f  Luke  2  :  13, 14.  J  Luke 
2:  16. 

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Poems  of  Daiott. 

He  did  his  work  so  faithfully — 
It  was  his  heart's  delight, 

To  show  the  path  of  duty, 
From  early  dawn  till  night. 

He  heard  tales  of  sin  and  sorrow 

With  a  sympathetic  ear, 
And  lifted  heavy  burdens 

Of  sorrow,  sin  and  care. 

He,  too,  was  a  man  of  sorrows,  * 
Acquainted  with  our  grief. 

Hence  his  sympathy  a  brother's 
Which  brought  with  it  relief. 

Indeed,  of  him  it  is  written,  j- 
Our  sorrows  he  did  bear. 

And  all  our  griefs  he  carried. 
O,  what  a  load  of  care ! — 

And  that  he  bore  our  sicknesses,  J 
When  he  gave  the  healing  balm, 

And  virtue  from  his  body  went,  § 
Human  sufferings  to  calm. 

Thus  from  the  day  of  baptism 

His  sacrifice  began; 
And  then  he  said,  "  It  is  finished,"  [ 

When  he  gave  his  life  for  man. 


*  Isa.  53  :  3.    t  Isa.  53:4.  %  Matt  8:17.    ^  Mark  5  :  30. 
John  17:4;   19:30. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

vSuch  was  '"  the  man,  Christ  Jesus," 

Savior  of  fallen  man: 
\^ou  've  heard  of  his  death  so  tragic. 

But  'twas  part  of  God's  good  plan. 

Wicked  priests  stirred  up  the  people 

To  clamor  for  his  life. 
And  the  Roman  law  was  feeble 

To  withstand  their  restless  strife. 

And  so  the  man  Christ  Jesus 

Was  crucified  and  slain, 
Though  not  a  single  proof  was  given 

Of  any  sinful  stain. 

Meekly  for  us  he  bore  disgrace 

And  undeserved  pain. 
Submitted  to  the  cruel  cross, 

For  our  eternal  gain. 

Look,  dear  one,  if  you  can  bear  it. 

Look  at  our  dying  Lord; 
Draw  near  the  cross;  behold  him, 

"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  !  "  * 

How  his  hands  and  feet  are  mangled, 
And  before  his  suffering  face, 

Hard,  cruel  men  stand  mocking 
At  his  undeserved  disgrace. 

A  crown  of  thorns  they  've  placed  upon 

His  truly  royal  brow; 
How  little  do  they  comprehend 

The  "  King  of  Glory  "  now. 

^■John  I  :  29;    I  Pet.  I  :  19;   Rev.  5  :  12. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

With  heartless  laugh  and  cruel  scorn 
They  told  him  to  come  down, 

And  leave  that  cross  of  suffering 
And  take  a  kingly  crown. 

But  little  did  they  realize 

What  cost  'twould  be  to  men, 

Or  that  he  could  have  done  it* 
And  spared  himself  the  pain. 

And  that  'twas  love  that  held  him  there 

A  willing  sacrifice, 
Preferring  even  death  to  share, 

To  bring:  to  men  release. 


Yes,  he  became  man's  surety. 
The  debt  Ave  could  not  pay 

He  willingly  paid  for  us, 
On  that  dark,  dreadful  day. 

For  his  bride,  the  church,  he  suffered, 
'Twas  for  our  sins  he  died; 

And  not  for  our  sins  only,  \ 
But  all  the  world's  beside. 

From  infancy  to  thirty  years  \ 
The  perfect  man  was  coming; 

And  there  he  was  acceptable, 
God's  Lamb  for  a  sin-off 'ring.  § 


*  Matt.  26  :  53,  54.  f  I  John  2  :2.  J  Num.  4:3;!  Chron. 
23:  3.   Luke  3  :  23.    \  Gen.  22  :  8.     John  I  :  29,  36. 
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Poems  of  Daw7i. 

At  once  to  John,  on  Jordan's  banks, '^ 

He  came  to  symbolize 
His  consecration  e  'en  to  death, 

And,  too,  that  he  should  rise—- 

Be  lifted  up  by  God's  own  power^ 

From  out  the  silent  grave; 
That  death,  led  captive  in  that  hour, 

Should  prove  him  strong  to  save. 

Thus  with  our  Lord  this  solemn  rite 

Did  a  new  meaning  gain; 
No  sins  had  he  to  wash  away, 

No  evil  to  restrain. 

His  life,  without  one  sinful  spot, 
Was  pleasing  in  God's  sight:  \ 

Even  his  enemies  found  naught  + 
But  what  was  pure  and  right. 

Assured  of  this,  the  proj^het  John 
From  such  a  task  drew  back,  § 

Saying,  I  've  need  to  be  baptized  of  thee, 
In  whom  there  is  no  lack. 

And  comest  thou  to  me,  to  be 
Bapti/x'd  in  Jordan's  wave? 

Yea,  "  sulTcr  it  to  be  so  now," 
Said  he  who  came  to  save. 


*  Luke  3  :  23.    f  Heb.  9  :  14.    i  Pet.  1:19.    Malt.  3:17. 
X  John  7  :46.    \  Luke  23  :  4,  14-22, 

17  (2) 


Poems  of  Dazvn. 

This  speaking  symbol  did  proclaim 
His  consecration  and  his  faith — 

That  he  should  rise  in  God's  own  name, 
Though  faithful  unto  death. 

yf.  y^  yf. 

His  station  in  life  was  lowly, 
He  was  a  working  man:  * 

Hence  knows  the  poor  man's  trials 
As  only  a  poor  man  can. 

The  three  years  of  his  ministry 

After  the  age  of  thirty, 
Were  busy  years  of  toils  and  cares, 

Teaching  the  w^ay  of  dut}^: 

The  duty  of  love  to  God  and  man, 
Which  is  the  law's  fulfilling;  \ 

And  then  of  trust  in  God's  great  plan,  J 
To  save  all  who  are  willing.  § 

His  mighty  works  in  those  three  years 
But  shadowed  forth  his  glory,  || 

His  kingly  ministry  will  end 
The  plan  of  this  old  story. 

As  when  he  opened  blinded  eyes 
And  unstopped  deafened  ears 

And  even  waked  the  dead  to  life 
And  gave  sweet  smiles  for  tears: 

*  Matt.  3  :  13,  15  ;  Mark  6  :  3.  -pMatt.  22  :  37-40 ; 
Rom.  13  :  10.  %  Mark  1:15;  9  :  23  ;  II  :  24.  John  II  : 
40.    ^  Rev.  22  :  17.     II  John  2:11. 

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Foetus  of  Dawn. 

So  then  he  '11  cause  the  blind  to  see, 
And  all  the  dead  shall  hear;  * 

And  his  kind  hand  from  every  eye, 
Shall  wipe  the  falling  tear,  j- 

Beauty  he'll  give  for  ashes,  oil 

Of  joy  for  heaviness;  \ 
And  in  the  end,  with  joy  and  praise, 

Rightness  and  peace  shall  kiss.  § 

In  his  teaching  was  the  freshness 

And  simplicity  of  truth. 
Which  corrected  false  traditions 

Men  had  cherished  from  their  youth. 

Many  said,  this  Jesus  speaketh 
As  ne  'er  before  man  spake;  || 

With  authority  he  teacheth:  ** 

Yet  his  w^ords  they  would  not  take. 

His  sacrificed  humanity  \  \ 

Remains  an  off 'ring  still. 
Though,  as  the  high  exalted  One,  JJ 

He  lives  to  save  who  will. 

He  lives;  and  at  his  coming,  §§ 

He  '11  wake  them  from  the  dust- 
In  the  glad  Millennial  morning 
When  all  will  learn  to  trust. 

*  Isa.  29  :  18-19 ;  35:5,6;  John  5  :  28,  29.  4"  Rev.  21 : 
4.  X  Isa.  61:3.  \  Psa.  85  :  lo.  ||  John  7  :  46.  **  Matt. 
7  :  28,  29 ;  Mark  1 :  27,  28.  ff  Matt.  13  :  46 ;  20  :  28  ;  John 
6:51;  I  Cor.  15:21;  I  Pet,  3:  18.  J+ Phil.  2  :  9 ;  Heb. 
7:25.    §g  Acts  3:  19-21. 

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Poems  of  Dcuon. 

Then  he  '11  banish  sin  and  sorrow  * 
.    And  triumph  o  'er  the  grave, 
When  from  death,  on  that  glad  morrow, 
Earth's  ransomed  hosts  he  '11  save. 

Yes,  at  the  time  appointed  j- 
By  the  Father's  w^ise  decree, 

The  "  Times  of  glad  Refreshing  "  \ 
Earth's  blood-bought  hosts  shall  see. 

A  highway  grand  he  '11  then  cast  up,  § 
And  gather  out  the  stones; 

And  up  to  everlasting  life 
He  '11  lead  obedient  ones. 

No  lion  shall  go  up  thereon,  || 

Nor  any  ravenous  beast; 
For  all  the  ills  these  symbolize 

Forevermore  must  cease. 

The  desert  he  will  make  to  bloom  ** 

And  blossom  as  the  rose; 
Beside  the  lion  and  the  lamb  j-  \ 

May  the  young  child  repose. 

For  nothing  shall  offend  or  hurt  W 

In  all  his  holy  mountain; 
And  evil,  sin  and  death  shall  be 

Washed  out  in  Calv  'ry's  fountain, 

• . _ 

*  Isa.  35  :  lo;   51  :  11.    fActsl7:3l.     J  Acts  3:  19  21. 
\  Isa.  35  :  8;  62  :  lo.      ||  Isa,  35  :  9,  10.    **  Isa.      35  :  i,  2. 
tflsa.  II  :6-8.   J+Isa.  ii  :9. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

In  a  thousand  years  of  reigning  * 
He'll  instruct  and  train  and  bless; 

And  fully  he  '11  establish  them 
In  life  and  righteousness. 

To  his  Father  he  '11  present  them —  | 
Pure,  blameless,  without  fault; 

And  earth's  dominion  he  '11  restore,  t 
The  once  possessed,  and  lost.  § 

With  lasting  joy  and  singing  || 
They  shall  come  to  Zion's  mount: 

But  of  Zion's  wondrous  glory 
I  must  give  you  an  account. 

But  where  begins  the  story 

Of  this  "  Seed  of  Abraham  ''  ?  ** 

How  can  pen  portray  thy  glory, 

Thou  "  Bride  of  God's  own  Lamb  "  .^  \\ 

True  Zion  is  a  "  little  flock,"  W 
The  Lord's  own  faithful  few, 

Who  firmly  build  ujDon  the  rock  §§ 
With  truths  both  old  and  new. 

Called  to  be  sons  and  heirs  of  God, 
And  bride  of  his  dear  Son  |||{ 

They  sacrifice  the  earthly  good 
To  join  the  heav  'nly  One. 

*  1  Cor.  15  :  25  ;  Rev.  5  :  lo;  20  :  6;  Isa.  32  :  i  ;  Jer. 
23 :  5 ;  Gen.  28  :  14,  f  I  Cor.  15  :  24.  J  Matt.  25  :34.  |  Psa. 
8  :  5-8.  II  Isa.  35  :  lo.  **  Gal.  3  :  29.  ft  Rev.  21  :  2,  9; 
Eph.  5:31,32.  H  Luke  12:32.  |§Matt.  7  :  24;  13:52; 
2  Pet.  1:4.    j|||Rom.8:28;    Gal.  4  :  7  ;    Acts  15  :  14. 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

They  mark  the  steps  their  Leader  trod, 

And  in  his  shining  track, 
With  courage  high  and  faith  in  God 

Follow  and  ne  'er  turn  back —  * 

Till  life  itself  goes  out  in  night; 

Faithful  unto  the  end, 
They  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight, 

And  every  talent  spend. 

Worthy  are  they  to  be  his  bride —  \ 
The  bride  of  God's  Anointed, 

Whom,  for  the  work  of  blessing  all, 
Jehovah  hath  appointed. 

This  is  the  New  Jerusalem,  ^ 
This  is  the  great  Mount  Zion,  § 

Heav  'nly,  from  God  it  shall  come  down. 
Its  King  is  Judah's  Lion. 

In  exaltation  these  shall  shine — 
A  "  Sun  of  Righteousness,"  || 

They  shall  be  like  their  Lord,  "divine,"** 
And  men  and  angels  bless,  f  f 

Now  in  her  low  and  trial  state, 
Despised  and  scorned  of  men, 

This  "  little  flock,"  the  church  of  Christ, 
Delights  to  follow  him. 

*  Rev.  17:14.  f  Rev.  3:4.  J  Rev.  21  :  2, 10.  |  Rev. 
21  :  2.  II  Matt.  13  :  43 ;  Mai.  4:2.  **  2  Pet.  I  :  4 ;  I  John 
3:  2.    ft  I  Cor.  6:  2,3. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Her  glory  and  exceeding  joy 

In  symbols  now  appear;* 
Yet  of  that  grace  without  alloy 

She  has  a  foretaste  here. 

Now  she's  a  troop  of  "  soldiers  "  j 
Following  Christ's  command, 

His  flock  of  "  sheep  "  well  tended,  | 
Well  fed  from  his  own  hand. 

She's  a  band  of  the  Lord's  "  brethren"  § 
Of  w^hom  he's  not  ashamed, 

And  the  very  "  salt  of  earth  '"'  || 
She  is  also  well  named. 

She's  also  the  "  light  of  the  world,"  ** 
Amidst  gross  darkness  shining. 

Since  her  dear  Lord  his  light  withdrew  tf 
From  men,  the  undeserving. 

And  she's  called  an  "  espoused  virgin  "  W 
While  waiting  for  her  Lord. 

Like  a  meek  and  comely  maiden 
She  trusts  his  faithful  word. 

But  when  she  has  crossed  the  borders 

Into  the  promised  land. 
His  glorious  bride  and  full  joint-heir  §§ 

She'll  be  at  Christ's  right  hand. 


*  I  Cor,  lo  ,  17  ;  Rom.  6:4,  f  2  Tim.  2  :  3,  4.  %  John 
1:4-15;  Psa.  23;  ^Heb.  2:11;  3:1.  II  Matt.  5:13. 
Matt.  -     -      -  ^      ^  ^      -         -     ••-'-' -     -  -     -  - 

tt  2  Cor. 

""  '^        ~9  :  7j    Kom.  »  :  17 

23 


10:4-15;  Psa.  23;  ^Heb.  2:il;  3:1.  ||  Matt.  5  :  13. 
**  Matt.  5  :  14,  16  ;  John  i  :  4,  5.  ff  John  9:5;  12  :  35. 
tJ  2  Cor.  11:2;  Mark  13  :  35 ;  Psa.  45  :  10,  11,  13,  14. 
II  Rev.  19  :  7,    Rom.  8:17. 


Poems  of  Dawn, 

Together,  they  '11  be  a  "  Priesthood,"  * 

A  "  Royal  Priesthood,"  too; 
And  their  royal,  priestly  power 

Shall  make  earth's  all  things  new. 

Then  together  they  're  presented 
As  King  enthroned  and  great;  \ 

Jesus  as  the  head  considered,  § 
And  the  body  his  elect. 

This  Christ  shall  be  the  "  Prince  of  Peace," 
"  Wonderful,"  "  Counselor;  " 

A  "  Mighty  God  "  of  truth  and  grace, 
Man's  "  Everlasting  Father."  || 

As  mighty  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 
In  "  Times  of  Restitution,"  ** 

lie  shall  to  men  salvation  bring — 
An  everlasting  portion. 

But  to  share  this  exaltation, 

Christ's  bride  must  like  him  be;  j-f 

And  the  "  first  resurrection  "  J  J 
Shall  complete  her  perfectly. 

Though  this  chief  and  heav'nly  portion 
"  The  Elect  "  alone  shall  gain, 

Yet  for  others  there  's  salvation, 
From  every  sinful  stain. 

*  I  Pet.  2  :  5, 9.  f  Rev.  21  :  2,  5.  %  Rev.  3  :  20 ;  20 :  6. 
I  Col.  I  :  18.  II  Isa.  9  :  6.  **  Acts  3  :  22,  23 ;  Heb.  7  :  15, 
17,1,2.     ft  I  John  3:  2.    JJ  Rev.  20:6. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Such  of  all  earth's  teeming  millions 
As  obey  "  That  Prophet's  "  voice  * 

Shall  be  saved  from  sin's  dominion: 
Christ  will  grant  to  each  the  choice. 

Yet  remember,  all  this  blessing 
Which  to  earth  and  men  shall  come 

Is  dependent  on  Christ's  coming: 
Hence  we  pray  "Thy  Kingdom  come." 

To  claim  his  Bride  becomes  with  stealth, 
Not  then  to  men  appearing;  [wealth, 

First  she's  endowed  with  pow 'r  and 
Then  comes  the  world's  great  blessing. 

This  Christ,  the  "  vSun  of  Righteousness," 
Shall  rise  with  healing  Tjeams, 

And  as  the  glorious  years  progress 
Sweet  peace  shall  flow  in  streams,  f 

There   nausfht   that 's   w^rong    shall    be 
term  'd  right. 

Nor  right  as  wrong  appear;  \ 
The  Lord,  the  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth, 

Shall  make  the  right  most  clear. 

^  >j^  >k 

When  for  his  Bride  the  Lord  has  come. 
With  joy  and  glad  surprise, 

He  will  be  only  visible 
To  faith's  anointed  eyes;  § 

*Deut.  18:15;    Acts  3  :  22,  23.    flsa.  66:12.    j  Mai. 
3:  18.    ?  2  Cor.  5:  16. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Until  she  is  made  like  him 

And  sees  him  as  he  is,  * 
And  her  blessed  hope's  fruition 

The  heavenly  Father  gives. 

Quickly  she  hears  his  welcome  voice,  f 

Not  borne  upon  the  wind, 
Nor  in  the  secret  chamber  + 

Does  she  her  loved  one  find. 

But  in  the  prophecies  fulfilled,  § 

And  in  the  signs  foretold. 
By  faith,  with  fullest  confidence. 

She  doth  her  Lord  behold. 

For  him  she  's  long  been  waiting 
And  watching  night  and  day; 

And  for  his  promised  kingdom 
She  has  never  ceased  to  pray.  || 

Christ's  appearing  to  the  world  at  large 
Will  be  in  wrathful  token,  ^'"^ 

With  "  iron  rod  "  and  heavy  scourge, 
Because  God's  law  they  've  broken. 

Human  pride  will  not  be  willing 

To  yield  to  his  control; 
And  selfishness  will  aggravate 

The  weakness  from  the  fall. 


^  I  John  3:2.     f  John  10:4.     +  T^Iatt.  24  :  26.     ^  Matt. 
24 :  2,2,.  II  Matt.  6:10.  **  Matt.  24  :  30  ;  Rev.  1:7;  2:27. 

26 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

The  kings  of  earth  and  lords  of  lands, 

The  rich  and  clergy  too, 
Will  cling  to  pow  'r  within  their  hands 

As  erst  they  used  to  do. 

"A  time  of  trouble  "  there  shall  be 
On  every  tribe  and  nation; 

With  fear  and  trembling  earth  shall  see 
Its  greatest  tribulation.^ 

Empires  and  thrones  shall  disappear, 
And  creeds  and  systems  fall; 

And  on  their  ruins  God  will  rear 
His  kingdom  over  all. 

Yet  to  men  this  tribulation 

Is  a  blessing  in  disguise. 
The  desire  of  every  nation — f 

God's  Kingdom — then  shall  rise. 

That  is  "  the  good  time  coming,"  though 
This  dark  night  lies  between, 

Whose  gathering  shadows  even  now, 
By  thinking  men  are  seen. 

'Twill  teach  mankind  the  lesson 
Which  eternally  will  last — 

That  sin  brings  tribulation, 
And  virtue  blessings  vast. 

Then  fetters  and  bonds  all  broken, 

And  idols  all  destroyed. 
The  bow  of  peace,  God's  token, 

O  'er  man  shall  e  'er  abide. 

*Dan.  12:1.     fHag.2:7. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Knowledge  of  God  shall  fill  the  earth 
As  waters  cover  the  sea; '^^         [mirth 

And  praise,  thanksgiving,  and  voice  of 
Make  sweetest  melody. 

There  joyfully  men  will  press  along 
The  highway  to  perfection,  \ 

With  faith  and  hope  and  courage  strong. 
Under  divine  direction. 

When  crow  ned  at  last  w  ith  perfect  life 
And  everlasting  joy,  [praise — 

They'll  raise  to  heaven  their  notes  of 
Through  Christ  this  Victory  ! 

[And  those  who  shall  refuse  him — 
Few%  exceptions  of  the  race — 

Who  when  clear  knowledge  fills  the 
earth, 
Reject  the  proffered  grace — 

These  shall  not  further  thus  proceed, 

A  second  time  they'll  die; 
They  '11  be  cut  off  as  God  hath  said. 

The  soul  that  sins  shall  die. 

Their  souls,  redeemed  by  Jesus'  blood 

From  the  Adamic  fall, 
They  forfeit  by  not  willing  good,J; 

The  terms  of  life  to  all.] 

*Isa.  11:9.    tisa.  35:  8;  Rev.  5:  13.     J  Acts  3  .-23; 
Heb.  6:  4-6  j    10:  26. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Thus  will  the  work  be  finished 
Because  our  debt  was  paid, 

Because  on  Christ,  the  righteous. 
The  sin  of  all  was  laid. 

Wherefore,  because  Christ  did  this  work. 

He  's  now  exalted  high,  ^^ 
To  nature  and  to  power  divine,  f 

Never  again  to  die. 

O,  this  wonderful  redemption  ! 

God's  remedy  for  sin; 
The  way  to  life  it  opened  \ 

That  all  might  enter  in. 

Who!  who  hath  been  God's  counselor  ?§ 
Or  w^ho  hath  known  his  mind  ? 

Not  one  of  all  the  heav  'nly  host, 
And  surely  not  mankind. 

This  wisdom,  power,  love  and  grace, 

His  blessed  Word  reveals. 
Are  but  the  beamings  of  his  face 

In  whom  all  gfoodness  dwells. 


Thus  runs  the  old,  old  story — 
Do  you  now  take  it  in  ? — 

This  wonderful  redemption 
God's  remedv  for  sin. 


*  Phil.  2:8-11.    t  Rf^m-  6:9.    J  2  Tim.  I  :  10.    |  Rom. 
11:33-36. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Search  the  Scriptures,  and  believe  it 
The  Bible  says  it's  true; 

'  Tis  provided  for  all  sinners, 
And  therefore  meant  for  you. 

Then  take  this  great  salvation. 
Which  our  Father  loves  to  give; 

Just  now  by  faith  receive  it, 
In  due  time  you  shall  live. 

And  if  this  simple  message 

Has  now  brought  peace  to  you, 

Make  known  the  old,  old  story; 
For  others  need  it  too. 

Go  tell  the  blessed  tidings 
That  legally  we  're  free  ^ 

From  sin  and  pain  and  dying. 
To  live  eternally. 

By  faith  enjoy  the  prospect  now, 
And  by  and  by  fruition  ;| 

Let  every  act  of  life  now  show 
Your  thanks  for  this  salvation. 

Soon  shall  our  eyes  behold  it — 

Salvation  from  above ! 
The  theme  of  this  old  story 

Of  precious,  heavenly  love. 

Christian  Experience  and  Joy. — 
"  I  love  to  tell  the  story 

Of  gracious,  heavenly  love; 
How  Jesus  left  his  glory. 

That  wondrous  love  to  prove. 

*Rom.  8:  I.     fRom.  8:  24. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

"  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  it's  true; 
It  satisfies  my  longings 
As  nothing  else  would  do. 

''  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 

More  wonderful  it  seems, 

Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 

"  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 
It  did  so  much  for  me; 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 
I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

"  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 
'  Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 

"  I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  Word. 

"  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 
To  hetir  it,  like  the  rest. 

"  And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 
I  sing  the  new,  new  song, 
'Twill  be  the  old,  old  story 
Tliat  I  have  loved  so  long." 

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Poems  of  Daw?i. 
THE  OATH-CLAD  PROMISE-THE  GOSPEL. 

—  Gen.  22  :  i6,  i8.     Gal.  3  :  8,  16,  29,  — 

From  the  Scriptures  of  truth  this  conclusion  we 

draw,  — 2  Tim.  3  :  16;  John  17  :  17. 

That  the  wisdom  of  men  nor  the  works  of  the  law 

— I  Cor.  1:19;  Isa.  5:21;  Rom.  3  :  20. 

Have  the  power  to  cleanse,  nor  forgive,  nor  to  save, 

— Rom.  10  :  4  ;  Heb.  7  :  19. 

Nor  restore  from  the  curse,  nor  redeem  from  the 

grave.  —Gal.  3 :  21 ;  2 :  16,  21. 

Men  are  saved  by  their  faith  in  the  Crucified  One, 

— Rom.  10  :  9  ;  Acts  l6  :  31  ;  Heb.  II  :  6. 

When  his  love  and  his  goodness  to  them  are  made 

known. 
— Rom.  10  :  13-15  ;   I  Cor.  i  :  21 ;  John  3:18;   I  Thn.  2 :  3-6. 
Saving  faith  comes  by  hearing  the  life-giving  word, 

— Rom.  10:  17;   Phil.  2:  16, 
And  the  mercy  of  God  through  the  Savior  con- 
ferred. —2  Cor.  5  :  19;   I  Tim.  2:  3-6. 

All  who  will  may  be  saved  by  obedient  faith, 

— John  3  :  18;   Rev.  22:  14-17. 
And  may  gain  life  unending  through  Christ,  by 
his  death.  —Mark  10:  30, 

For  the  gospel  salvation  to  all  is  made  free: 

— Titus  2:11. 
As  they  heed  its  instruction  their  judgment  will  be. 

— Rom'.  2:  16;  John  3:  18. 

Endless  life  is  for  those  who  the  gospel  accept, 

John  3:  16;   Mark  10 :  30;   Rom.  6:  23. 
But  death  is  the  portion  of  those  who  reject. 

— Acts  3  :  23  ;   Heb.  lo  :  26,  27  ;   Rom.  6  :  23. 

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Poe??is  of  Dawn. 

For  there's  no  other  way  that's  revealed  by  the 
Lord  — Acts  4:12;  John  14:6. 

To  redeem  fallen  man  but  through  Christ  and  his 
word.  — Titus  2:  13,  14;  Gal.  3:  13. 

"  The  heavens  are  the  Lord's,  but  the  earth  he  hath 
given  — Psa.  115  :  l6;  Isa.  45  :  18. 

To  the  children  of  men,"  as  their  home  and  their 
heaven.  —Psa.  37  :  29  ;   Matt.  6  :  10. 

Wicked  rulers  and  nations  thus  far  have  borne  sway 
— Dan.  2  ;  2  Tim.  3:13;  Isa.  60 :  2. 

And  their  reign  has  led  down  from  the  gold  to  the 
clay.  — Dan.  2:31,  44. 

But  the  age  for  the  world's  promised  blessing  is 

near, — Gen.  12:3;  22  :  18;    Psa.  72:17;    Rev.i5:4. 

When  the  true  light  that  lighteth  all  men  shall 

appear.  — John  l  :  4,  7,  9  ;  8  :  12  ;  Dan.  2  :  44. 

God  has  been  taking  out  from  the  world  for  his 
name  — Acts  15  :  14;  Rev.  5  :  9,  10. 

A  faithful,  tried  people  with  Jesus  to  reign. 

— 2  Tim.  2:12;   Rev.  7  :  14 ;  Mark  10 :  30. 

Those  sleeping  in  Christ  from  the  dead  will  arise, 

—I  Cor.  15  :  23,  52. 
And  with  •'  those  who  remain  "  meet  the  Lord  of 
the  skies.  — i  Thess.  4  :  16,  17;   Mark  13  :  27. 

These  elect  ones  with  Christ  shall  forever  abide, 

— I  Thess.  4:17. 
And  he  '11  honor  and  glorify  them  as  his  bride. 

— John  3  :  29;    Matt.  25  :  I ;  -Rom.  7:17,  18. 

Then,  come  to  the  earth  with  his  chosen  again, 

— Zech.  14  :  4,  5  ;   I  Thess.  3:13;    Jude  I4. 

He  will  over  the  nations  commence  his  just  reign. 
—Matt.  25  :  31,  32;  Luke  i  :  32,  t,Z  ;  Isa.  2:3;  9 :  6,  7. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
As  a  body  perfected  the  "  seed  "  will  then  bless 

— I  Cor.  12  :  27  ;   Col.  I  :  18  ;   Gen.  22 :  18. 

All  the  nationsof  earth  with  the  blessings  of  peace. 
— Gal.  3  :  8,  16,  29;    Luke  2  :  lo,  14. 

All  the  powers  of  earth  to  an  end  shall  be  brought, 

— Psa.  10;   Rev.  2:  26,  27;  Jer.  25;    29,  t^t,. 

And  their  rule  and  authority  soon  come  to  naught. 

—  I  Cor.  15  :  24;   Phil.  2:  lo. 
All  their  glory  and  pride  like  the  chaff  pass  away, 

— Dan.  2 :  35. 
And  Christ  and  his  chosen  in  mercy  bear  sway. 
— Dan.  7  :  27  ;   Psa.  22  :  27,  28;  Luke  22  :  29,  30;    19:  17. 

When  he  speaks  to  the  earth  she  uncovers  her  slain, 

— Isa,  26  :  19,  21  ;   Hosea  13  :  14. 

And  they  all  hear  his  voice  and  to  life  rise  again. 

— John  5  :  28;   I  Cor.  15  :  22. 

He  must  reign  until  all  things  to  him  are  subdued, 

— I  Cor.  15  :  25,  28;   2  Cor.  5  :  19, 

And  the  face  of  the  earth  from  the  curse  is  renewed. 

— Rev.  22  :  3;   21  :  5. 

These  times  of  refreshing  and  blessing  are  near, 

— Acts  3  :  19,  21 ;   Matt.  24:  -^^t,. 
And  Christ's  life-giving  power  will  shortly  appear. 

— Col.  3  :  3,  4;   Mark  10:  30;  John  II  :  25  ;   Matt.  28:  18. 

He  will  banish  the  curse  and  perfection  restore, 

— Psa.  104:  30;  Rev.  22:  3. 

And  the  earth  fill  with  gladness  and  beauty  once 

more.  —Isa.  35  ;  55  :  10,  13. 

Then  sorrow^  and  death  and  corruption  will  cease, 

— Rev.  21 :  4. 

And  the  world  shall  be  clothed  in  the  garments  of 
peace.  — Zech.  9  :  10;  Jsa.  2  :  4. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

When  he  rules  in  the  earth  the  glad  tidings  are 
heard, 

— Psa.  22  :  28;  Isa.  45  :  23  ;   Acts  15  :  16,  17  ;    I  Tim.  2  :  6. 

And  the  world  shall  remember  and  turn  to  the 
Lord.  —Psa.  22 :  27. 

All  nations  shall  worship  the  Lord  then  with  fear. 

— Psa.  86  •  9  ;  Rev.  15:4;   P^a.  67  :  4. 

And  all  men  join  in  praise  when  his  words  they 
shall  hear.  —Rev.  5:  13;  Psa.  102:  15. 

When  the  Spirit  of  grace  rests  on  Israel  again, 

— Rom.  II:  26 ;  Jer.  32 :  40. 

And  they  look  upon  him  whom  in  wrath  they  had 
slain,  — Zech.  12:  10;  Acts  2:  23,  36. 

They  will  bitterly  mourn  and  acknowledge  their 

sin,  — Ezek:  36  :  31  ;   16  :  61,  63. 

And  gladly  accept  him,  their  long-looked-for  King. 

— Isa.  25  :  9  ;   Matt.  23:  39  ;   Luke  3  ;  1 5. 

Then  the  promised  possession  the  Lord  will  restore, 
—Ezek.  36  :  24;  37  :  21 ;  Jer.  32  :  37. 
And  their  numerous  sins  he'll  remember  no  more. 
—  Jer.  31  :  33»  34;   Ezek.  36  :  33 ;   Rom.  ii  :  27. 

Jerusalem  will,  with  the  Lord  as  its  Light, 

— Acts  15:  15,  16;  Zech.  6:  12,  13;  Isa.  40:  10-20 ;  -^i:  20. 
Be  the  glory  of  earth  and  its  joy  and  delight. 

— Isa.  52:9,  10;    65:18,19;    Psa.  48:2. 

From  this  city  most  glorious  life's  waters  shall  flow, 

— Zech.  14  :  8 ;    Joel  3:18;    Rev.  22  :  I. 

And  the  life-giving  trees  on  its  borders  shall  grow. 

— Ezek,  47  :  I,  12  ;    Rev.  22  :  I,  2 ;  2:7. 

As  the  curse  is  removed  this  blest  city  of  love 

— Rev.  22  :  3  ;    20 ;  9. 

Is  enlarged  and  made  one  with  the  city  above. 

— Rev.  21:  10;    Dan.  2:35,44. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
All  honor  and  glory  to  the  Lord  shall  be  given, 

— Num.  14  :  21 ;    Rev.  5  :  12. 

And  his  will  on  the  earth  will  be  done  as  in  heaven. 

— Matt.  6 :  lo. 


SALVATION  FULL  AND  FREE. 

—  Romans  3 :  24.  — 

VfOTHING  to  pay?     No,  not  a  whit. 

^^     Nothing  to  give?     No,  not  a  bit. 
All  that  was  needed  to  give  or  to  pay, 
Jesus  hath  done  in  God's  own  blessed  way. 

Nothing  to  do?     No,  not  a  stroke; 

Foiled  is  the  captor,  broken  the  yoke. 
Jesus  at  Calvary  severed  the  chain. 
And  none  can  imprison  his  free  men  again. 

Nothing  to  fear?    No,  not  a  jot. 
Nothing  within?    No,  not  a  spot. 

Christ  is  at  peace,  and  I've  nothing  at  stake; 

Satan  can  neither  harass  me  nor  shake. 

Nothing  to  settle?    All  has  been  paid. 
Nothing  to  anger?    Peace  has  been  made. 

Jesus  alone  is  the  sinner's  resource; 

Peace  he  has  made  by  the  blood  of  his  cross. 

What  about  judgment?    I'm  thankful  to  say 
Jesus  has  met  it  and  borne  it  away; 

Drank  it  all  up  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
Leaving  a  cup  full  of  blessing  for  me. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

What  about  terror?     It  hasn't  a  place 
In  a  heart  that  is  filled  with  a  sense  of  his  grace. 
My  peace  is  most  sweet,  and  it  never  can  cloy, 
And  that  makes  my  heart  bubble  over  with  joy. 

Nothing  of  guilt?    No,  not  a  stain; 

How  could  the  blood  even  one  let  remain  ? 

My  conscience  is  purged,  and  my  spirit  is  free; 

Precious  that  blood  is  to  God  and  to  me. 

What  of  the  law?    Ah,  there  I  rejoice; 

Christ  answered  its  claims  and  silenced  its  voice. 

The  law  was  fulfilled  when  the  work  was  all 
done, 

And  it  never  accuses  a  justified  one. 

What  about  death?    It  hasn't  a  sting; 

The  grave  to  a  Christian  no  terror  can  bring; 

For  death  has  been  conquer'd,  the  grave  has 
been  spoiled, 

And  every  foeman  and  enemy  foiled. 

What  about  feelings  ?     Ah  !   trust  not  to  them. 

What  of  my  standing  ?    Who  shall  condemn  ? 
Since  God  is  for  me,  there  is  nothing  so  clear — 
From  Satan  and  man  I  have  nothing  to  fear. 

What  of  my  body  ?     Ah  !   that  I  did  bring 

To  God,  as  a  holy,  acceptable  thing. 

It  now  is  the  temple  where  Jesus  abides, 
The  temple  where  God  by  his  Spirit  resides. 

What  of  my  future?     '  Tis  glorious  and  fair. 
Since  justified,  sanctified,  glory  I  '11  share. 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

By  his  blood  first  redeem'd,  by  his  grace  then 

enthroned, 
Side  by  side  with  my  Lord,  as  his  Bride  I  '11  be 

owned. 

What  then,  dost  thou  ask?  O,  glory  shall  follow; 
Earth  shall  rejoice  in  the  dawn  of  the  morrow. 

To  rule  and  to  bless  comes  that  kingdom  and 
reign; 

Flee  then,  shall  sorrow,  death,  crying  and  pain. 


I 


WHY  DOST  THOU  WAIT? 


POOR  trembling  sheep  !     Ah  !  who  outside  the 
fold 
Has  bid  thee  stand,  all  weary  as  thou  art. 
Dangers  around  thee,  and  the  bitter  cold 

Creeping  and  growing  into  thy  inmost  heart.? 
Who  bids  thee  w^ait  till  some  mysterious  feeling. 
Thou    knowest    not    what — perchance    may'st 
never  know — 
Shall  find  thee,  when  in  darkness  thou  art  kneel- 

And  fill  thee  with  a  rich  and  wondrous  glow 
Of  love  and  faith;  and  change  to  warmth   and 

The  chill  and  darkness  of  thy  spirit's  night ! 

For  miracles  like  this  who  bids  thee  wait? 

Behold,  "God's  precious  word  to  thee  is,  Come, 
The  tender  Shepherd  opens  wide  the  gate, 

And  in  his  love  would  gently  lead  thee  home. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Why  should'st  thou  wait?     Long  centuries  ago, 
O  timid  sheep,  the  Shepherd  paid  for  thee  ! 

Thou  art    His  own.     Wouldst  thou   his   beauty 
know, 
Nor  trust  the  love  which  yet  thou  canst  not  see  ? 

Thou  hast  not  learned  this  lesson  to  receive: 

More  blest  are  they  who  see  not,  yet  believe. 

Still  dost  thou  wait  for  feeling?     Dost  thou  say, 

"  Fain  would  I  love  and  trust,  but  hope  is  dead; 
I  have  no  faith,  and  without  faith,  who  may 

Rest  in  the  blessing  which  is  only  shed 
Upon  the  faithful?     I  must  stand  and  wait." 

Not  so.     The  Shej^herd  does  not  ask  of  thee 
Faith  in  thv  faith,  but  only  faith  in  Him, 

And  this  he  meant  in  saying,  "  Come  to  Me." 
In  light  or  darkness,  seek  to  do  his  will. 
And  leave  the  work  of  faith  to  Jesus  still. 


JESUS  OF  NAZARETH. 


IN  THE  gray  twilight  of  a  dreary  morn, 
A  prisoner  stood,  defenceless  and  forlorn. 
While,  to  a  Roman  judge,  wnth  boisterous  breath. 
His  fierce  accusers  clamored  for  his  death. 

It  was  our  Lord,  rejected  and  abused; 
The  King  of  kings,  his  sovereign  claim  refused; 
The  Son  of  God,  abandoned  and  betrayed, 
An  outcast,  in  the  world  which  he  had  made. 

It  was  his  chosen  people  whose  demand 

That  timid  judge  was  powerless  to  withstand; 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

And,  while  their  baseless  charges  he  denied, 
He  gave  their  victim  to  be  crucified. 

His  chosen  people,  those  he  loved  and  blest; 
Whose  little  ones  he  folded  to  his  breast; 
Who  cried  more  fiercely,  as  unmoved  he  stood, 
''  On  us,  and  on  our  children,  be  his  blood  !  '' 

O  holy  Savior !   may  thy  grace  reverse 
The  dreadful  import  of  that  reckless  curse; 
And  on  their  children,  let  thy  ransom  prove 
"  The  blood  of  sprinkling,"  through  Redeeming 
Love  ! 


LORD,  GIVE  ME  THIS! 

—  Luke  xi  :  13.  — 

0  HEAVENLY  Father,  thou  hast  told 
Of  a  gift  more  precious  than  pearls  and  gold : 
A  gift  that  is  free  to  every  one, 
Through  Jesus  Christ,  thy  only  Son. 
For  his  sake,  give  this  to  me. 

0  give  it  to  me,  for  Jesus  said 

That  a  father  giveth  his  children  bread, 
And  how  much  more  thou  wilt  surely  give 
The  gift  by  which  the  dead  shall  live? 
For  Christ's  sake,  give  this  to  me. 

1  cannot  see,  and  I  want  the  sight; 

I  am  in  the  dark,  and  I  want  the  light; 
I  want  to  pray,  and  I  don't  know  how; 
O  give  me  thy  Holy  Spirit  now  ! 

For  Christ's  sake,  give  this  to  me. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Since  thou  hast  said  it,  I  must  believe 
It  is  only  "ask"  and  I  shall  receive: 
Since  thou  hast  said  it,  it  must  be  true. 
And  there's  nothing  else  for  me  to  do  ! 
For  Christ's  sake,  give  this  to  me. 

So  I  come  and  ask,  because  my  need 
Is  very  great  and  real  indeed. 
On  the  strength  of  thy  Word  I  come  and  say 
Oh  !   let  thy  Word  come  true  to-day  ! 
For  Christ's  sake,  give  this  to  me  ! 


FILLED  WITH  CHRIST'S  FULLNESS. 


JESUS,  my  Lord,  thou  art  my  life, 
My  rest  in  labor,  strength  in     strife; 
Thy  love  begets  my  love  of  thee; 
Thy  fullness  that  which  filleth  me. 

Long,  long,  I  struggled  ere  I  knew 
My  struggling  vain,  my  life  untrue. 
I  sought  by  efforts  of  my  own 
What  is  the  gift  of  Christ  alone. 

I  prayed,  and  w^restled  in  my  prayer, 
I  wrought,  but  self  was  ever  there; 
Joy  never  came,  nor  rest,  nor  peace. 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  nor  love's  increase. 

My  effort  vain,  my  weakness  learned, 
Weary,  from  self  to  Christ  I  turned. 
Content  to  let  his  fullness  be 
An  unbought  fullness  unto  me. 

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Poe?ns  of  Dawn. 

Life's  heavenly  secret  was  revealed- 
In  Christ  all  riches  are  concealed. 
We  try  and  fail;  we  ask,  he  gives, 
And  in  his  rest  our  spirit  lives. 

0  peaceful  rest !   O  life  Divine  ! 
My  efforts  cannot  make  thee  mine. 

1  yield  my  sinful  heart  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  love  thou  fillest  me. 


MEAT  IN  DUE  SEASON. 


yHE  HUNGRY,  starving  soul  doth  cr\ 
J-    Feed  me,  or  I  must  cease  to  be; 
And  let  the  bread  of    life  supply 
My  spirit's  great  necessity. 

Nor  think  it  strange.    All  things  of  life 
Require  their  food,  their  vital  air; 

And  perish  on  their  held  of  strife, 
If  life's  supplies  are  wanting  there. 

The  dews  descend  on  thirsty  flowers; 

The  heavens  send  radiance  from  above; 
And  so  tliese  hungry  souls  of  ours 

Live  in  the  dews  and  rays  of  love. 

Jesus  is  love;   the  living  bread; 

His  own  dear  life  he  doth  bestow; 
And  souls  who  on  that  life  are  fed, 

The  pangs  of  hunger  shall  not  know. 

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INTO  HIS  MARVELOUS  LIGHT. 


OUT  OF  disaster  and  ruin  complete, 
Out  of  the  struggle  and  dreary  defeat, 
Out  of  my  sorrow,  and  burden,  and  shame, 
Out  of  the  evils  too  fearful  to  name. 
Out  of  my  guilt  and  the  criminal's  doom, 
Out  of  the  dreading,  and  terror,  and  gloom; 

Into  the  sense  of  forgiveness  and  rest. 
Into  inheritance  with  all  the  blest. 
Into  a  righteous  and  permanent  peace, 
Into  the  grandest  and  fullest  release. 
Into  the  comfort  without  an  alloy. 
Into  a  perfect  and  permanent  joy. 

Wonderful  love  that  has  wrought  all  for  me  ! 
Wonderful  work  that  has  thus  set  me  free  ! 
Wonderful  ground  upon  which  I  have  come ! 
Wonderful  tenderness,  welcoming  home  ! 

Out  of  the  terror  at  standing  alone, 

Out,  and  forever,  of  being  my  own. 

Out  of  the  hardness  of  heart  and  of  will, 

Out  of  the  longings  which  nothing  could  fill. 

Out  of  the  bitterness,  madness  and  strife, 

Out  of  myself  and  of  all  I  called  life; 

Into  the  light  and  the  glory  of  God, 

Into  the  holy,  made  clean  by  his  blood. 

Into  his  arms,  the  embrace  and  the  kiss, 

Into  the  scene  of  ineffable  bliss. 

Into  the  quiet,  the  infinite  calm. 

Into  the  place  of  the  song  and  the  psalm. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Wonderful  holiness,  bringing  to  light ! 
Wonderful  grace,  putting  all  out  of  sight ! 
Wonderful  wisdom,  devising  the  way  ! 
Wonderful  power  that  nothing  can  stay ! 


ALL  THINGS  NEW. 


THERE  is  something  in  the  sunlight 
Which  I  never  saw  before; 
There's  a  note  within  the  robin's  song 

I  did  not  hear  of  yore; 
There's  something — ah  !  I  know  not  what ! 

But  something  everywhere 
That  makes  the  world  this  morning  seem 
Most  marvelously  fair ! 

I  aw^akened  very  early 

And  I  watched  the  sun  arise, 
And  it  seemed  to  me  that  heaven 

Must  be  dawning  in  the  skies; 
For  a  glory  and  a  gladness. 

Passing  words  of  mine  to  show, 
Flashed  from  out  the  eastern  portals 

On  the  waking  world  below. 

All  the  water  gleamed  with  gladness; 

Every  streamer  in  the  sky 
Seemed  the  arms  of  little  children 

Flung  in  joyousness  on  high; 
All  the  birds  on  all  the  bushes 

Joined  their  melody  to  pour — 
Surely  never  was  a  morning 

Ushered  in  like  this  before  ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Is  it  fact  or  is  it  fancy? 

Does  the  secret  in  my  heart 
Unto  everything  it  shines  on 

vSpurious  joyoiisness  impart? 
Or  has  all  the  world  grown  gladder, 

As  it  seems  to  me  to-day? 
Is  it  true  or  is  it  seeming? 

Who  shall  tell  ?     I  cannot  say. 

Ah  !  I  care  not !      Does  it  matter? 

'Tis  enough  for  me  to  know 
That  the  world  to  me  is  gladder 

Than  it  was  a  year  ago. 
That  on  earth  and  sky  and  water 

Lies  a  radiance,  false  or  true. 
That  shall  never  fade  or  falter, 

Never  be  less  strange  or  new^ ! 

If  my  heart  thus  gilds  creation 

Well  it  may,  for  it  is  glad, 
Past  the  power  of  shade  or  shining 

Any  more  to  make  it  sad. 
Never  yet  on  earth  or  heaven. 

Never  yet  on  land  or  sea. 
Shone  the  light  of  that  great  gladness 

Which  my  God  has  given  me. 


THE  BLOOD-BOUGHT  ROBE. 


T 


HE  blood-bought  robe  I  gladly  wear. 

'Tis  one  my  neighbors,  ^//,  may  share. 
A  robe  so  perfect,  pure  and  white, 
Its  very  folds  reflect  the  light. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

'T  will  also  fit  each  form  and  size, 
Such  wond'rous  virtue  in  it  lies; 

Every  deformity  'twill  hide, 

And  deck  the  wearer  like  a  bride. 

This  robe  cannot  with  gold  be  bought, 
However  much  it  may  be  sought; 

Titles  of  earth,  genius,  or  fame. 
No  share  in  it  can  ever  claim. 

But  those  who,  counting  all  but  dross, 
Bow  low  before  the  Saviour's  cross, 

Believing  he  will  hear  their  cry. 
And  on  his  promises  rely; 

Who  claim  no  merit  of  their  own. 
Trusting  in  Jesus'  name  alone; 

This  robe  will  cover,  comfort,  bless. 
For  'tis  Christ's  robe  of  Righteousness. 


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THE  COST  OF  DISCIPLESHIP. 

— Luke  9:23. — 

70ULD  ye  be  my  disciples?     Consider  again: 
Can  ye  follow  my  footsteps  through  trial  and 


pain? 


Can  ye  throw  away  pleasure,  and  glory,  and  fame. 
And  live  but  to  honor  my  cause  and  my  name  ? 

Can  ye  turn  from  the  glitter  of  fashion  and  mirth. 
And  dwell  like  a  pilgrim  and  stranger  on  earth. 
Despising  earth's  riches,  and  living  to  bless? 
Can  you  follow  the  feet  of  the  shelterless? 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Can  ye  ask  from  your  heart  the  forgiveness  of  men  ? 
Can  ye  list  to  reproaches,  nor  answer  again? 
Can  ye  pray  that  repentance  to  life  may  be  theirs 
Who've  watched  for  your  falling,  who've  set  for 

you  snares  ? 

When  ye  hear  I  am  come,  then  can  ye  arise. 
The  joy  of  your  heart  springing  up  in  your  eyes  ? 
Can  ye  come  out  to  meet  me  w^hate'er  the  cost  be, 
Though  ye  come  on  the  weaves  of  a  storm-crested 

sea? 

When  I  call,  can  ye  turn  and  in  gladness  "come  out" 
From  the  home  of  your  childhood,  the  friends  of 

your  heart? 
With  naught  but  my  promise  on  which  to  rely, 
Afar  from  their  love — can  ye  lie  down  and  die? 

Yea,  we'll  take  up  the  cross  and  in  faith  follow  thee 
And  bear  thy  reproach,  thy  disciples  to  be. 
Blest  Saviour,  for  courage  to  thee  we  will  fly; 
Of  grace  thou  hast  promised  abundant  supply. 


THE  CALL  DIVINE. 


TO-DAY,  to-morrow,  evermore, 
Through  cheerless  nights  without  a  star, 
Not  asking  whither  or  how  far, 
Rejoicing  though  the  way  be  sore, 
Take  up  thy  cross 
And  follow  Me. 

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Foe?ns  of  Dawn. 

I  cannot  promise  wealth  or  ease, 

Fame,  pleasure,  length  of  days,  esteem — 
These  things  are  vainer  than  they  seem — 
If  thou  canst  turn  from  all  of  these, 
Take  up  thy  cross 
And  follow  Me ! 

I  promise  only  perfect  peace, 
Sweet  peace  that  lives  through  years  of  stri  fe. 
Eternal  love,  immortal  life. 
And  rest  when  all  these  wanderings  cease. 
Take  up  thy  cross 
And  follow  Me  ! 

My  yoke  is  easy — put  it  on; 
My  burden  very  light  to  bear. 
Who  shareth  this,  my  crown  shall  share — 
The  present  cross  insures  the  crown. 
Take  up  thy  cross 
And  follow  Me ! 


STEADFAST,  IMMOVABLE. 


TO  PLAY  through  life  a  perfect  part, 
J-       Unnoticed  and  unknown; 
To  seek  no  rest  in  any  heart 

Save  only  God's  alone; 
In  little  things  to  own  no  will, 

To  have  no  share  in  great. 
To  find  the  labor  ready  still. 

And  for  the  crown  to  wait ; 

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Upon  the  brow  to  bear  no  trace 

Of  more  than  common  care; 
To  write  no  secret  in  the  face 

For  men  to  read  it  there; 
The  daily  cross  to  clasp  and  bless 

With  such  familiar  zeal 
As  hides  from  all  that  not  the  less 

It's  daily  weight  you  feel ; 

In  toils  that  praise  will  never  pay 

To  see  your  life  go  past; 
To  meet  in  every  coming  day 

Twin  sister  of  the  last; 
To  hear  of  high,  heroic  things, 

And  yield  them  reverence  due, 
But  feel  life  's  daily  offerings 

Are  far  more  fit  for  you; 

To  woo  no  secret,  soft  disguise. 

To  which  self-love  is  prone; 
Unnoticed  by  all  other  eyes, 

Unworthy  in  your  own; 
To  yield  with  such  a  happy  art 

That  no  one  thinks  you  care, 
Yet  say  to  your  poor  bleeding  heart, 

How  little  you  can  bear  ; — 

Oh !  'tis  a  pathway  rough  to  choose, 

A  struggle  hard  to  share, 
For  human  pride  would  still  refuse 

The  nameless  trials  there; 
But  since  we  know  the  gate  is  low 

That  leads  to  heavenly  bliss, 
What  higher  grace  could  God  bestow 

Than  such  a  life  as  this. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
TELL  ME  ABOUT  THE  MASTER. 


T^ELL   ME  about  the  Master  ! 
A      I  am  weary  and  worn  to-night; 
The  day  lies  behind  me  in  shadow, 

And  only  the  evening  is  light ! 
Light  with  a  radiant  glory 

That  lingers  about  the  west. 
My  poor  heart  is  aweary,  aweary, 

And  longs,  like  a  child,  for  rest. 

Tell  me  about  the  Master ! 

Of  the  hills  he  in  loneliness  trod. 
When  the  tears  and  blood  of  his  anguish 

Dropped  down  on  Judea's  sod. 
For  to  me  life's  seventy  mile-stones 

But  a  sorrowful  journey  mark; 
Rough  lies  the  hill  country  before  me. 

The  mountains  behind  me  are  dark. 

Tell  me  about  the  Master ! 

Of  the  wrongs  he  freely  forgave  ; 
Of  his  love  and  tender  compassion. 

Of  his  love  that  is  mighty  to  save  ; 
For  my  heart  is  aweary,  aweary. 

Of  the  woes  and  temptations  of  life. 
Of  the  error  that  stalks  in  the  noonday, 

Of  falsehood  and  malice  and  strife. 

Yet  I  know  that  whatever  of  sorrow 
Or  pain  or  temptation  befall. 

The  infinite  Master  hath  suffered, 

And  knoweth  and  pitieth  all. 

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Foems  of  Dawn. 

So  tell  me  the  sweet  old  story, 

That  falls  on  each  wound  like  a  balm. 
And  my  heart  that  is  bruised  and  broken 

Shall  grow  patient  and  strong  and  calm. 


OUR  MASTER. 


^TO   FABLE  old,  nor  mythic  lore, 
^      Nor  dream  of  bards  and  seers. 
No  dead  fact  stranded  on  the  shore 
Of  the  oblivious  years  ; — 

But  warm,  sweet,  tender,  even  yet 

A  present  help  is  he, 
And  faith  has  still  its  Olivet, 

And  love  its  Galilee. 

The  healing  of  his  seamless  dress 

Is  by  our  beds  of  pain  ; 
We  touch  him  in  life's  throng  and  press, 

And  we  are  w  hole  again. 

O  Lord,  and  Savior  of  us  all ! 

O  blessed  Christ,  divine ! 
We  own  thy  sway,  we  hear  thy  call, 

We  test  our  lives  by  thine. 

We  faintly  hear,  we  dimly  see, 

In  various  phrase  we  pray  ; 
But,  dim  or  clear,  we  own  in  Thee 

The  Light,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 

Our  Friend,  our  Brother,  and  our  Lord, 
What  may  thy  service  be  ? — 

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Foeins  of  Dawn. 

Not  name,  nor  form,  nor  ritual  word, 
But  simply  following  thee. 

To  do  thy  will  is  more  than  praise, 
As  words  are  less  than  deeds, 

And  simple  trust  can  find  thy  ways 
We  miss  with  charts  of  creeds. 


CHRIST  ALL  IN  ALL. 


IN  CHRIST  all  fulness  dwells :  from  him  proceeds 
All  that  fall'n  man,  poor,  wretched,  guilty, 
needs. 
In  him  the  contrite,  bruised  in  spirit  find 
Whate  'er  can  heal  the  sorrows  of  the  mind — 
Forgiving  love,  that  saves  from  blank  despair. 
Rich  grace,  that  banishes  each  anxious  care. 
Soft  pity,  that  relieves  the  bursting  sigh, 
And  truth,  revealing  joys  that  never  die. 
Thrice  happy  they,  who  to  his  word  attend, 
His  favor  seek,  and  on  his  strength  depend. 
'Tis  their 's  to  know  his  heart-consoling  voice. 
To  share  his  smile,  and  in  his  name  rejoice. 
To  ihem,  reclaimed  in  mercy  from  the  fall 
And  heav'nward  marching,  Christ  is  all  in  all  : 
In  want,  their  treasure — in  distress,  their  stay — 
In  gloom,  their  day-spring — vigor,  in  decay — 
'Mid  foes,  their  guard — in  solitude,  their  guest — 
In  storms,  their  hiding  place — in  toils,  their  rest — 
In  bonds,  their  freedom — their  relief,  in  pain — 
In  life,  their  glory — and  in  all  things,  gain. 

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LET  NOT  DOUBTS  O'ERWHELM. 


How  oft  we  doubt 
And  fear  we  shall  be  overwhelmed  in  sin, 

Because  temptation  grows  so  strong  without, 
Because  our  courage  is  so  faint  within. 

And  thus  we  sigh: 
Then  can  it  be  that  I  have  known  the  Lord  ? 

Can  I  be  one  with  him  that  sits  on  high? 
Have  I  e'er  felt  the  power  of  his  word? 

Is  this  poor  life 
Fit  prelude  for  a  high  eternity? 

Alas  !  have  I  not  yet  begun  the  strife, 
Or  must  I  fail  before  the  victory  ? 

O  heart  of  doubt ! 
When  wilt  thou,  O  thou  foolish  heart,  be  wise  ? 

Thou  lookest  everywhere,  within,  without, 
Forgetting  only  to  lift  up  thine  eyes. 

No  more  despair, 
There  is  no  help  for  thee  in  things  below; 

Search  not  within  for  hope — it  is  not  there 
But  unto  Christ  do  thou  for  comfort  go. 

Christ  is  thy  Rock; 
Doubt  not  this  firm  foundation,  true  and  tried; 

Fear  not  the  gathering  tempest's  angry  shock; 
It  harms  not  those  that  on  this  Rock  abide. 

Christ  is  thy  friend; 
He  knows  thy  weakness,  he  will  give  thee  strength ; 

Trust!  in  his  name  is  victory;  he  will  end 
The  conflict  for  thee;  thou  shalt  win  at  length. 

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Christ  is  thy  peace; 
From  penalty  and  stain  he  sets  thee  free; 

And  in  the  white  robe  of  his  righteousness, 
Before  the  approving  God  presenteth  thee. 

Christ  is  thy  all; 
Forget  thyself,  and  in  him  sweetly  rest; 

And  thou  shalt  enter,  whatsoe  'er  befall, 
The  everlasting  mansions  of  the  blest. 


CHRIST  WITHIN. 


A    LIVING  CHRIST,  of  wondrous  birth, 
^     Who  trod  the  dreary  paths  of  earth. 
Shedding  abroad  his  holy  light 
Through  the  deep  gloom  of  sin's  dark  night. 

A  dying  Christ,  whose  precious  blood 
Seals  the  poor  sinner's  peace  with  God; 
And  fills  the  soul  with  fullest  love, 
Like  to  the  joy  prepared  above. 

A  Christ  ascoidcd — all  is  done, 
A  world  redeemed,  a  victory  w^on. 
With  angel  hosts,  a  glorious  throng. 
We'll  sing  with  joy  salvation's  song. 

A  living  Christ  our  spirits  need, 
A  loving  Christ  our  souls  to  feed; 
A  dying  Christ,  our  ransom  he, 
A.  risen  Christ  to  set  us  free. 

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This  too  our  need — a  Christ  within^ 
A  life  with  God,  afar  from  sin, 
A  Christ  whose  love  our  hearts  shall  fill, 
And  quite  subdue  our  wayward  will. 


CHRIST,  OUR  TEACHER. 


LET  him  teach  thee,  weary  soul;  Isa.  1:4. 
Let  his  hands  now  make  thee  whole;  Job  !^  :i8. 

Let  his  peace  thy  heart  control, —  Col.  3:15. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 

Into  paths  of  righteousness  Psa.  23:3. 

Let  him  lead  and  let  him  bless;  Psa.  67:7. 

Let  him  save  thee  from  distress, —  Psa.  107:18. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 

Let  him  guide  thee  w^ith  his  eye;  Psa.  32:8. 

Let  his  hand  thy  need  supply;  Phil.  4:19. 

Let  his  goodness  satisfy, —  Psa.  65:4. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 

Let  his  good  word  sanctify;  Jno.  17:17. 

Let  the  furnace  purify;  i  Peter  1:7. 

Let  him  say  "Fear  not;  'tis  I," —  Mark  6:50. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 

Let  him  probe  thy  heart  within;  Psa.  66:10. 

Let  him  search  out  every  sin;  Psa.  139:  23. 

Let  the  glorious  light  shine  in, —  2  Cor.  4:6. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 

Let  the  Shepherd  kindly  feed;  j 

Let  him  firmly,  truly  lead;  '  ^   ' 

(He'll  not  break  the  bruised  reed,)  Isa.  42:3. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 

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Let  him  give  thee  songs  at  night;  Job  35:10. 

Let  him  make  the  darkness  light;  Isa.  42:16. 

Let  him  set  thy  spirit  right, —  Psa.  51:10. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 

In  the  tumult  let  him  hide,            Psa.  37 : 5 ;  3 1 :  30. 

Let  him  keep  thee  at  his  side;  Ex.  33:21. 

Let  his  name  be  glorified, —  Isa.  61:3. 
Let  him  teach  thee. 


A  LITTLE  TALK  WITH  JESUS. 


A  LITTLE  talk  with  Jesus,— 
How  it  smooths  the  rugged  road ! 
How  it  seems  to  help  me  onward, 
When  I  faint  beneath  my  load  ! 
When  my  heart  is  crushed  with  sorrow, 

And  my  eyes  with  tears  are  dim, 
There  is  naught  can  yield  me  comfort 
Like  a  little  talk  with  him. 

I  tell  him  I  am  weary, 

And  I  fain  would  be  at  rest; 
But  I  still  will  wait  his  bidding, 

For  his  way  is  always  best. 
Then  his  promise  ever  cheers  me 

'Mid  all  the  cares  of  life: — 
"I  am  come,  and  soon  in  glory 

Will  end  thy  toil  and  strife." 

Ah  !  that  is  what  I  'm  wanting, 

His  lovely  face  to  see — 
And  I  'm  not  afraid  to  say  it, 

I  know  he's  wanting  me. 

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He  gave  his  life  a  ransom 
To  make  me  all  his  own, 

And  he'll  ne'er  forget  his  promise 
To  me,  his  purchased  one. 

The  way  is  sometimes  weary 

To  yonder  nearing  clime, 
But  a  little  talk  with  Jesus 

Has  helped  me  many  a  time. 
The  more  I  come  to  know  him, 

And  all  his  grace  explore, 
It  sets  me  ever  longing 

To  know  him  more  and  more. 


A  SOLITARY  WAY. 


—  Psa.  107  :  1-9  ;  Prov.  14  :  lo  ;  I  Cor.  2  :  1 1 .  — 

THERE  is  a  mystery  in  human  hearts, 
And  though  we  be  encircled  by  a  host 
Of  those  who  love  us  well,  and  are  beloved, 
To  every  one  of  us,  from  time  to  time, 
There  comes  a  sense  of  utter  loneliness. 
Our  dearest  friend  is  "  stranger  "  to  our  joy. 
And  cannot  realize  our  bitterness. 
"There  is  not  one  who  really  understands. 
Not  one  to  enter  into  all  I  feel; " 
Such  is  the  cry  of  each  of  us  in  turn. 
We  wander  in  a  "  solitary  way," 
No  matter  what  or  where  our  lot  may  be, 
Each  heart,  mysterious  even  to  itself, 
Must  live  its  inner  life  of  solitude. 

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— Job.  7  :  17  ;  Matt.  10  :  2>7-— 

And  would  you  know  the  reason  why  this  is  ? 

It  is  because  the  Lord  desires  our  love. 

In  every  heart  he  washes  to  hQji?'st. 

He  therefore  keeps  the  secret-key  himself, 

To  open  all  its  chambers,  and  to  bless 

y^'iih.  pe7'fect  sympathy  and  holy  peace 

Each  solitary  soul  which  comes  to  him. 

So  w^hen  we  feel  this  loneliness,  it  is 

The  voice  of  Jesus  saying,  "  Come  to  me;" 

And  every  time  we  are  "  not  understood," 

It  is  a  call  to  us  to  come  agal)i\ 

For  Christ  alone  can  satisfy  the  soul, 

And  those  w^ho  walk  with  him  from  day  to  day 

Can  never  have  "a  solitary  way." 


— Isa.  48  :  16;  Psa.  34:  22. — 

And  when  beneath  some  heavy  cross  you  faint, 

And  say,  "  I  cannot  bear  this  load  alone," 

You  say  the  truth.     Christ  made  it  purposely 

So  heavy  that  you  must  return  to  him. 

The  bitter  grief,  wdiich  "  no  one  understands," 

Conveys  a  secret  message  from  the  King, 

Entreating  you  to  come  to  him  again. 

The  Man  of  Sorrow^s  understands  it  well. 

In  all  points  tempted,  he  can  feel  with  you. 

You  cannot  come  too  often,  or  too  near. 

The  Son  of  God  is  infinite  in  grace; 

His  presence  satisjics  the  longing  soul; 

And  those  who  walk  with  him  from  day  to  day 

Can  never  have  "  a  solitary  way."  . 

J? 


Paems  of  Dawn. 


DOUBT  HIM  NOT, 


FIGHTING,  waiting,  struggling,  trusting, 
Is  he  sure  to  bless? 
Prophets,  fathers,  martyrs,  Christians, 
Answer,  Yes. 

Fearest  sometimes  that  thy  Father 

Hath  forgot? 
Though  the  clouds  around  thee  gather, 

Doubt  him  not ! 

Always  hath  the  daylight  broken, 
Always  hath  he  comfort  spoken ! 
Better  hath  he  been  for  years, 
Than  thy  fears. 


THE  SECRET  OF  HIS  PRESENCE. 


IN    THE  secret  of  his  presence 
How  my  soul  delights  to  hide: 
Oh,  how  precious  are  the  lessons 

Which  I  learn  at  Jesus'  side. 
Earthly  cares  can  only  vex  me, 

Trials  never  lay  me  low. 
And  when  Satan  comes  to  tempt  me, 
To  the  secret  place  I  go. 

When  my  soul  is  faint  and  thirsty, 
'Neath  the  shadow  of  his  wing 

There  is  cool  and  pleasant  shelter. 
And  a  fresh  and  crystal  spring* 

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And  my  Saviour  rests  beside  me, 
As  we  hold  communion  sweet; 

If  I  tried,  I  could  not  utter 

What  he  says,  when  thus  we  meet. 

Only  this:  I  know,  I  tell  him 

All  my  doubts,  and  griefs,  and  fears. 
Oh !  how  patiently  he  listens. 

And  my  drooping  heart  he  cheers. 
Do  you  think  he  ne'er  reproves  me? 

What  a  false  friend  he  would  be, 
If  he  never,  never  told  me 

Of  the  faults  which  he  must  see. 


Do  you  think  that  I  could  love  him 

Half  so  well,  or  as  I  ought, 
If  he  did  not  plainly  tell  me 

Each  displeasing  word  and  thought? 
No  !   for  he  is  very  faithful. 

And  that  makes  me  trust  him  more. 
For  I  know  that  he  does  love  me. 

Though  sometimes  he  wounds  me  sore. 

Would  you  like  to  know  the  sweetness 

Of  this  secret  of  the  Lord? 
Go  and  hide  beneath  his  shadow, 

This  shall  then  be  your  reward. 
And  whene'er  you  leave  the  silence 

Of  that  happy  meeting-place, 
You  must  mind  and  bear  the  image 

Of  the  Master  in  your  face. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
HE  RESTORETH  MY  SOUL. 


I  AM  often  so  weary  of  sorrow, 
So  weary  of  struggling  with  sin, 
So  timid  concerning  the  morrow. 

So  faithless  of  entering  in 
To  the  beautiful  rest  that  remaineth 

Secure  in  the  city  of  God, 
Where  shall  enter  no  evil  that  staineth. 
Nor  ever  the  spoiler  hath  trod. 

But  aye,  when  the  struggle  is  sorest. 

And  dark  the  clouds  grow  o'er  my  soul, 
Dear  Lord,  the  sweet  cup  that  thou  pourest 

Hath  balm,  and  I  drink  and  am  whole. 
From  the  quenchless  old  well  of  salvation 

I  quaff  the  pure  waters  divine. 
And  a  sense  of  triumphant  elation 

Is  thrilled  through  this  spirit  of  mine. 

No  hand  but  thine  own,  blessed  Master, 

Could  comfort  and  cheer  in  the  day 
When  the  touch  of  a  sudden  disaster 

Hath  cumbered  and  tangled  the  way. 
No  look  but  thine  own  could  illumine 

When  night  gathers  black  o'er  the  land, 
And  strength  that  is  failing  and  human 

Lieth  prone  on  the  desolate  strand. 

But  ever  thy  help  is  the  nearest 

When  help  from  the  earth  there  is  none. 
And  ever  the  word  that  is  dearest 

Is  the  word  of  the  Crucified  Son; 
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And  aye,  when  the  tempest-clouds  gather, 
I  fly  for  sweet  shelter  and  peace 

Through  the  Son  to  the  heart  of  the  Father, 
Then  terror  and  tremor  do  cease. 

He  restoreth  my  soul,  and  I  praise  him 

Whose  love  is  my  chrism  and  crown; 
He  restoreth  my  soul;  let  me  raise  him 

A  song  that  his  favor  will  own; 
For  often  so  weary  of  sorrow. 

So  weary  of  fighting  with  sin, 
I  look  and  I  long  for  the  morrow 

When  the  ransom'd  their  freedom  shall  win. 


TEMPTED  AND  TRIED. 


TEMPTED  and  tried,  oh !   the  terrible  tide 
May  be  raging  and  deep,  may  be  wrathful  and 
wide; 
Yet  its  fury  is  vain,  for  the  Lord  will  sustain, 
And  forever  and  ever  Jehovah  shall  reign. 
Tempted  and  tried,  yet  the  Lord  at  thy  side 
Will  guide  thee,  and  keep  thee,  tho'  tempted  and 

tried. 
Tempted  and  tried,  there  is  One  at  thy  side 
And  never  in  vain  shall  God's  children  confide. 
He  will  save  and  defend,  for  he  loves  to  the  end, 
Adorable  Master,  and  glorious  Friend. 
Tempted  and  tried,  whatever  betide. 
In  his  secret  pavilion  his  children  shall  hide. 
'Neath  the  shadowing  wing  of  eternity's  King, 
His  children  may  trust,  yea  his  children  may  sing. 
Tempted  and  tried,  yet  the  Lord  will  abide, 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Thy  faithful  redeemer,  and  keeper,  and  guide, 
Thy  shield  and  thy  sword,  thine  exceeding  reward; 
Then  enough  for  the  servant  that  he  be  as  his  Lord. 
Tempted  and  tried,  the  Saviour  who  died 
Hath  called  thee  to  suffer — then  reign  by  his  side. 
If  his  cross  thou  wilt  bear,  his  crown  thou  shalt 

wear, 
And  forever  and  ever  his  glory  shall  share. 


MY  PRAYER. 


BEING  perplexed,  I  say. 
Lord,  make  it  right ! 
Night  is  as  day  to  thee, 

Darkness  is  light. 
I  am  afraid  to  touch 
Things  that  involve  so  much. 
My  trembling  hand  may  shake, 
My  unskilled  hand  may  break; 
Thine  can  make  no  mistake. 

Being  in  doubt,  I  say. 

Lord,  make  it  plain  ! 
Which  is  the  true,  safe  way. 

Which  would  be  vain  ? 
I  am  not  wise  to  know, 
Nor  sure  of  foot  to  go; 
My  poor  eyes  cannot  see 
What  is  so  clear  to  thee — 
Lord,  make  it  clear  to  me, 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 
TO  JESUS  kV^kX%, 


T  ALWAYS  go  to  Jesus, 

A     When  troubled  or  distressed; 

I  always  find  a  refuge 

When  I  with  him  can  rest. 
I  tell  him  all  my  trials, 

I  tell  him  all  my  grief; 
And  while  my  lips  are  speaking 

He  gives  my  heart  relief. 

When  full  of  dread  forebodings, 

And  flowing  o'er  with  tears, 
He  calms  away  my  sorrows, 

And  hushes  all  my  fears. 
He  comprehends  my  weakness, 

The  peril  I  am  in, 
And  he  supplies  the  armor 

I  need  to  vanquish  sin. 

When  those  are  cold  and  faithless 

Who  once  were  fond  and  true, 
With  careless  hearts  forsaking 

The  old  friends  for  the  new, 
I  turn  to  him  whose  friendship 

Knows  neither  change  nor  end: 
I  always  find  in  Jesus 

An  ever  faithful  Friend. 

I  always  go  to  Jesus; 

No  matter  when  or  where 
I  seek  his  gracious  presence, 

I'm  sure  to  find  him  there. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

In  times  of  joy  or  sorrow, 
Whate'er  my  need  may  be, 

I  always  go  to  Jesus, 
And  Jesus  comforts  me. 


WAIT  ON  THE  LORD. 


WAIT,  O  thou  weary  one,  a  little  longer, 
A  few  more  years — it  may  be  only  days; 
Thy  patient  waiting  makes  thee  all  the  stronger; 
Eternity  will  balance  all  delays. 

Wait,  O  thou  suffering  one,  thy  days  of  sorrow 
Bring  to  thy  weary  soul  its  richest  gain; 

If  thou  a  Christian  art,  a  brighter  morrow 
Will  give  thee  ten-fold  joy  for  all  thy  pain. 

Wait,  O  thou  anxious  one;  the  cloud  that  hovers 
In  gathering  gloom  above  thy  aching  head 

Is  sent  of  God  in  mercy,  and  he  covers 

Thee  with  his  heavenly  mantle  overspread. 

Be  patient  and  submissive;  each  disaster 
Will  bring  thee  nearer  to  thy  loving  Lord. 

These  trials  make  thee  like  thy  blessed  Master, 
Who  knows  them  all,  and  will  his  grace  afford. 

Be  patient  and  submissive;  strength  is  given 
For  every  step  along  the  weary  way. 

And  for  it  all  thou'lt  render  praise  to  heaven, 
When  dreary  night  gives  place  to  perfect  day. 

Yes,  perfect  day,  the  day  of  God  eternal, 
When  not  a  shadow  sKall  flit  o'er  the  scene 

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Poe?ns  of  Daivn. 

In  that  fair  land  where  all  is  bright  and  vernal^ 
And  we  will  be  with  Christ,  and  naught  be- 
tween. 

Wait,  then,  dear  heart;  control  thy  sad  emotion; 

God  will  subdue  each  angry  wind  and  wave. 
And  when  the  voyage  ends  across  life's  ocean, 

Into  the  haven  of  sweet  rest  will  save. 


A  PRESENT  HELP. 


THERE  is  never  a  day  so  dreary, 
But  God  can  make  it  bright ; 
And  unto  the  soul  that  trusts  him, 
He  giveth  songs  in  the  night. 

There  is  never  a  path  so  hidden. 
But  God  will  show  us  the  way. 

If  we  seek  for  the  Spirit's  guidance, 
And  patiently  wait  and  pray. 

There  is  never  a  cross  so  heavy, 
But  the  loving  hands  are  there. 

Outstretched  in  tender  compassion, 
The  burden  to  help  us  bear. 

There  is  never  a  heart  that  is  broken. 
But  the  loving  Christ  can  heal ; 

For  the  heart  that  was  pierced  on  Calvary, 
Doth  still  for  his  people  feel. 

There  is  never  a  life  so  darkened, 

So  hopeless  and  so  unblest. 
But  may  be  filled  with  the  light  of  God, 

And  enter  his  promised  rest. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

There  is  never  a  sin  or  a  sorrow, 
There  is  never  a  care  or  a  loss, 

But  that  we  may  carry  to  Jesus, 
And  leave  at  the  foot  of  the  cross. 

What  more  can  we  ask  than  he's  promised  ? 

(And  we  know  that  his  word  cannot  fail,) 
Our  refuge  when  storms  are  impending, 

Our  help  when  temptations  assail. 

Our  Savior,  our  Friend  and  Redeemer, 
Our  portion  on  earth  and  in  heaven  ; 

For  he  who  withheld  not  his  own  Son, 
Hath  with  him  all  things  freely  given. 


THE  DAY  IS  AT  HAND. 


POOR,   fainting  spirit,  still  hold  on  thy  way — 
The  dawn  is  near ! 
True,  thou  art  weary  ;  but  yon  brighter  ray 

Becomes  more  clear. 
Bear  up  a  little  longer  ;  wait  for  rest  : 
Yield  not  to  slumber,  though  with  toil  oppressed. 

The  night  of  life  is  mournful,  but,  look  on — 

The  dawn  is  near ! 
Soon  will  earth  's  shadowy  scenes  and  forms  be 
gone  ; 

Yield  not  to  fear  ! 
The  mountains '  summit  will,  ere  long  be  gained, 
And  the  bright  world  of  joy  and  peace  attained. 

"Joyful  through  hope,"  thy  motto  still  must  be — 
The  dawn  is  near ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

What  glories  will  that  dawn  unfold  to  thee ! 

Be  of  good  cheer ! 
Gird  up  thy  loins  ;  bind  sandals  on  thy  feet; 
The  way  is  dark  and  long;  the  end  is  sweet. 


COURAGE!  MORNING  DAWNS. 


THOUGH  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Though  the  way  be  long  and  weary, 
Morn  shall  bring  thee  light  and  cheer  ; 
Child,  look  up,  the  morn  is  near. 

Though  thine  eyes  are  sad  with  weeping. 
Through  the  night  thy  vigils  keeping, 
God  shall  wipe  thy  tears  away, 
Turn  thy  darkness  into  day. 

Though  thy  spirit  faints  with  fasting 
Through  the  hours  so  slowly  wasting, 
Morn  shall  bring  a  glorious  feast. 
Thou  shalt  sit  an  honored  guest. 


HAVE  FAITH  IN  GOD. 


WHEN  the  stormy  winds  are  blowing, 
And  the  angry  billows  roll, 
When  the  mighty  waves  of  trouble 
Surge  around  thy  stricken  soul, 
Have  faith  in  God, 

Who  reigns  above  ; 
Yes,  trust  in  him, 
For  he  is  love. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

When  the  way  is  rough  and  thorny, 

Danger  all  along  the  path, 
When  the  foe  is  ever  planning 
How  to  crush  thee  in  his  wrath. 
Have  faith  in  God  ; 

His  loving  care 
Shall  keep  thee  safe 
From  every  snare. 

When  thine  eyes  are  dim  with  weeping, 

And  thy  heart  is  full  of  woe 
For  the  loved  that  now  are  sleeping 
In  the  silent  grave  so  low, 
Have  faith  in  God  ; 

The  dead  shall  rise 
And  meet  the  Savior 
From  the  skies. 

Art  thou  filled  with  eager  longing 

For  the  night  to  pass  away  ? 

Art  thou  weary  of  the  watching 

For  the  dawning  of  the  day? 

Have  faith  in  God  ; 

He  is  our  stay  ; 
Soon,  soon  W\\\  come 
The  perfect  day. 

Art  thou  hoping,  waiting,  praying. 

For  the  presence  of  the  Lord? 
Art  thou  waiting  for  the  kingdom, 
And  the  glorious  reward? 
Have  faith  in  God  ; 

Our  King  is  here,  / 

And  soon  his  glory 
W^ill  appear. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 
GRACE  SUFFICIENT. 


BEAR  the  burden  of  the  present, 
Let  the  morrow  bear  its  own  ; 
If  the  morning  sky  be  pleasant, 
Why  the  passing  night  bemoan? 

If  the  darkened  heavens  lower. 
Wrap  thy  cloak  around  thy  form  ; 

Though  the  tempest  rise  in  power, 
God  is  mightier  than  the  storm. 

Steadfast  faith  and  hope  unshaken 
Animate  the  trusting  breast; 

Step  by  step  the  journey's  taken 
Nearer  to  the  land  of  rest. 

All  unseen,  the  Master  walketh 
By  the  toiling  servant's  side; 

Comfortable  words  he  talketh, 

While  his  hands  uphold  and  guideo 

Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 
Rends  thy  heart  to  him  unknown; 

He  to-day  and  he  to-morrow 
Grace  sufficient  gives  his  own. 

Then  bear  thy  burden  with  good  cheer, 
Take  promptly  up  thy  daily  cross; 

Nor  hesitate  to  shed  a  tear, 

Nor  reckon  o'er  thy  present  loss, 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 
EVEN  SO,  FATHER. 


OOMETIME,  when  all  life's  lessons  have  been 
O  learned, 

And  sun  and  stars  forevermore  have  set, 
The  things  which  our  weak  judgment  here  has 
spurned — 
The  things  o'er  which  we  grieved  wath  lashes 
wet — 
Will  flash  before  us  out  of  life's  dark  night, 

As  stars  shine  most  in  deeper  tints  of  blue; 
And  We  shall  see  how  all  God's  plans  were  right. 
And  how  what  seemed  unkind  was  love  most 
true. 

And  w^e  shall  see,  that  while  w^e  weep  and  sigh, 

God's  plans  go  on  as  best  for  you  and  me; 
How,  when  we  called,  he  heeded  not  our  cry, 

Because  his  wisdom  to  the  end  could  see; 
And  e'en  as  prudent  parents  disallow 

Too  much  of  sweet  to  craving  babyhood, 
So  God,  perhaps,  is  keeping  from  us  now 

Life's  sweetest  things,  because  it  seemeth  good. 

And  if,  sometime,  commingled  with  life's  wine, 

We  find  the  wormwood,  and  recoil  and  shrink, 
Be  sure  a  wiser  hand  than  yours  or  mine 

Pours  out  this  portion  for  our  lips  to  drink; 
And  if  some  friend  we  love  is  lying  low% 

Where  human  kisses  cannot  reach  his  face, 
Oh!  do  not  blame  the  loving  Father;  no, 

But  bear  your  sorrow  with  obedient  grace. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

And  you  shall  shortly  know  that  lengthened  breath 

Is  not  the  sweetest  gift  God  sends  his  friend, 
And  that  sometimes  with  sable  pall  of  death 

There  also  comes  a  boon  his  love  doth  send. 
If  we  could  push  ajar  the  gates  of  truth, 

And  stand  within,  and  all  God's  workings  see, 
We  could  interpret  all  apparent  strife, 

And  for  life's  mysteries  could  find  the  key. 

If  not  to-day,  be  thou  content,  poor  heart ! 

God's  plans,  like  lilies  pure  and  white,  unfold; 
We  must  not  tear  the  close-shut  leaves  apart; 

Time  will  reveal  the  calyxes  of  gold. 
And  if,  through  patient  toil,  we  reach  the  land 

Where  tired  feet,  with  sandals  loosed,  may  rest, 
When  we  shall  clearly  know  and  understand, 

I  think  that  we  shall  say  that  God  knew  best. 


WHAT  A  FRIEND  WE  HAVE  IN  JESUS. 

WHAT  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus," 
Sang  a  little  child  one  day; 
And  a  weary  woman  listened 
To  the  darling's  happy  lay. 

All  her  life  seemed  dark  and  gloomy, 
All  her  heart  w^as  sad  with  care; 

Sweetly  rang  out  baby's  treble, — 
"All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear." 

She  was  pointing  out  the  Savior 
Who  could  carry  every  woe; 

And  the  one  who  sadly  listened 
Needed  that  dear  helper  so  ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Sin  and  grief  were  heavy  burdens 
For  a  fainting  soul  to  bear; 

But  the  baby  singer  bade  her 

"Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer." 

With  a  simple,  trusting  spirit, 

Weak  and  worn,  she  turned  to  God, 

Asking  Christ  to  take  her  burden, 
Owning  him  as  her  dear  Lord. 

Jesus  was  her  only  refuge. 

He  could  take  her  sin  and  care, 

And  he  blessed  the  w^eary  woman 
When  she  came  to  him  in  prayer. 

And  the  happy  child,  still  singing, 
Little  knew  she  had  a  part 

In  God's  w  ondrous  w  ork  of  bringing 
Peace  unto  a  troubled  heart. 


TRUST  HIM  MORE. 


SINCE  the  Father's  arm  sustains  thee, 
Peaceful  be. 
When  a  chastening  hand  restrains  thee. 

It  is  he. 
Know  his  love  in  full  completeness 
Fills  the  measure  of  thy  weakness; 
If  he  wounds  thy  spirit  sore. 
Trust  him  more. 

Without  measure,  uncomplaining, 
In  his  hand 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 

Lay  whatever  things  thou  canst  not 

Understand. 
Though  the  world  thy  folly  spurneth, 
From  thy  faith  in  pity  turneth, 
Peace  thy  inmost  soul  shall  fill, 

Lying  still. 

Like  an  infant,  if  thou  thinkest 

Thou  canst  stand, 
Child-like,  proudly  pushing  back 

The  proffered  hand, 
Courage  soon  is  changed  to  fear, 
Strength  doth  feebleness  appear. 
In  his  love  if  thou  abide. 

He  will  guide. 

Therefore,  whatso'er  betideth. 

Night  or  day. 
Know  his  love  for  thee  provideth 

Good  alway. 
Crown  of  sorrow  gladly  take, 
Grateful  wear  it  for  his  sake. 
Sweetly  bending  to  his  will, 

Lying  still. 

To  his  own  the  Savior  giveth 

Daily  strength; 
To  each  troubled  soul  that  striveth, 

Peace  at  length. 
Weakest  lambs  have  largest  share 
Of  this  tender  Shepherd's  care. 
Ask  him  not,  then.  When?  or  How? 

Only  bow  ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
FOLLOW  THE  PATTERN. 


LET  us  take  to  our  hearts  a  lesson — no  lesson 
can  braver  be — 
From  the  ways  of  the  tapestry  weavers  on  the 

other  side  of  the  sea. 
Above  their  heads  the  pattern  hangs;  they  study 

it  w^ith  care; 
The  while  their  fingers  deftly  work,  their  eyes 
are  fastened  there. 

They  tell  this  curious  thing,  besides,  of  the  pa- 
tient, plodding  weaver: 

He  works  on  the  wrong  side  evermore,  but  works 
for  the  right  side  ever. 

It  is  only  when  the  weaving  stops,  and  the  web 
is  loosed  and  turned, 

That  he  sees  his  real  handiwork — that  his  mar- 
velous skill  is  learned. 

Ah !  the  sight  of  its  delicate  beauty,  how  it  pays 

him  for  all  his  cost ! 
No  rarer,  daintier  work  than  his  w^as  ever  done 

by  the  frost. 
Then  the  master  bringeth  him  golden  hire,  and 

giveth  him  praise  as  w^ell; 
And  how  happy  the  heart  of  the  weaver  is,  no 

tongue  but  his  own  can  tell. 

The  years  of  man  are  the  looms  of  God,  let  down 
from  the  place  of  the  sun, 

Wherein  we  are  weaving  alway,  till  the  mystic 
w*eb  is  done — 

Weaving  blindly,  but  weaving  sure,  each  for  him- 
self his  fate. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

We  may  not  see   how  the  right  side  looks,  we 
can  only  weave  and  wait. 

But    looking   above  for   the   pattern,    no   weaver 

need  have  fear. 
Only  let  him  look  clear  into  heaven — the  perfect 

pattern  is  there. 
If  he  keeps  the   face  of  our   Savior  forever   and 

always  in  sight, 
His  toil  shall  be  sweeter  than  honey,  his  weaving 

is  sure  to  be  right. 

And   when   his   task  is  ended,   and   the   web   is 

turned  and  shown, 
He  shall  hear  the  voice  of  the  Master,  who  shall 

say  to  him,  ''  Well  done  !  " 
Since  in  copying  thus  the  pattern,  he  had  laid  his 

own  will  down; 
And  God  for  his  wages  shall  give  him,  not  coin^ 

but  a  glorious  crown. 


IS  IT  FOR  ME? 


IS  IT  for  me,  dear  Savior, 
Thy  glory  and  thy  rest? 
For  me,  so  poor  and  humble, 
Oh !  shall  I  thus  be  blessed  ? 

Is  it  for  me  to  see  thee 
In  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

And  gaze  in  endless  rapture 
On  thy  beloved  face  ? 

Is  it  for  me  to  listen 
To  thy  beloved  voice, 
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Poems  of  Daw;?. 

And  hear  its  sweetest  music 
Bid  even  me  rejoice? 

A  thrill  of  solemn  gladness 
Has  hushed  my  very  heart 

To  think  that  I  may  really 
Behold  thee  as  thou  art; 

Behold  thee  in  thy  beauty; 

Behold  thee  face  to  face; 
Behold  thee  in  thy  glory 

And  rest  in  thine  emljrace. 


HIS  WILL,  NOT  MINE,  BE  DONE. 


OTHOU  of  little  faith!   why  dost  thou  fear? 
Didst  thou  forget  that  Jesus  is  so  near? 
And  hast  thou  thought  that  thou  must  walk  alone  ? 
Behold  now  at  thy  side  the  loved  One. 

Aye,  more  than  this,  thou'rt  held  within  his  hand, 
And  'twas  himself  that  hath  thy  trial  planned  ! 
There  was  a  need  be  seen  by  Eye  Divine, 
Although,  perchance,  not  visible  to  thine. 

And   wherefore  wouldst  thou  see?     Thou  canst 

not  tell 
If  what  thy  heart  contends  for  would  be  well 
Perhaps  thy  hope's  fruition  would  be  vain, 
Or  prove  a  life-long  discipline  of  pain  ! 

Hast  thou  not  seen,  in  retrospective  life, 
That  will    of   God    which    caused  thee  bitterest 
strife 

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Hath  turned  to  sweetness — while    the   thing  he 

gave  j 

To  suit  M_y  will  grew  darker  than  the  grave?  | 

There's  rest  supreme  for  souls  that  choose  his  will; 
A  blest  security  from  every  ill. 
The  things  God  chooses  for  us  never  fail ! 
They  have  their  anchorage  within  the  veil. 


OUR  BOW    OF  PROMISE. 


A  RAVELED  rainbow  overhead 
Lets  down  to  earth  its  varying  thread. 
Love's  blue,  joy's  gold;  and  fair  between 
Hope's  shifting  light  of  emerald  green. 
On  either  side  in  deep  relief 
A  crimson  pain,  a  violet  grief. 
Wouldst  thou  amid  their  gleaming  hues 
Snatch  after  those,  and  these  refuse } 
Believe,  could  thine  anointed  eyes 
Follow  their  lines,  and  sound  the  skies, 
There  where  the  fadeless  glories  shine 
Thine  unseen  Savior  twists  the  twine ! 
And  bs  thou  sure  what  tint  soe'er 
The  broken  ray  beneath  may  wear, 
It  needs  them  all  that,  fair  and  white. 
His  love  may  weave  the  perfect  light. 


CHURCH  of  God,  beloved  and  chosen. 
Church  of  Christ,  for  whom  he  died, 
Claim  thy  gifts  and  praise  the  giver ! 
Ye  are  washed  and  sanctified ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 
A  LITTLE  WHILE. 


A  LITTLE  while,  our  fightings  shall  be  over; 
A  little  while,  our  tears  be  wiped  away; 
A  little  while,  the  power  of  Jehovah 

Shall  turn  our  darkness  into  gladsome  day. 

A  little  while,  the  fears  that  oft  surround  us 

Shall  to  the  memories  of  the  past  belong; 
A  little  while,  the  love  that  sought  and  found  us 

Shall  change  our  weeping  into  heaven's  glad 

[song. 
A  little  while  !   'Tis  ever  drawing  nearer — 

The  brighter  dawning  of  that  glorious  day. 
Blest  Savior,  make  our  spirits'  vision  clearer. 

And  guide,  O  guide  us  in  the  shining  way, 

A  little  while,  O  blessed  expectation  ! 

For  strength  to  run  with  patience,  Lord,  we  cry; 
Our  hearts  up-leap  in  fond  anticipation; 

Our  union  with  the  Bridegroom  draweth  nigh. 


TRUE  BEAUTY. 


BEAUTIFUL  hands  are  they  that  do 
The  work  of  the  noble,  good  and  true, 
Busy  for  them  the  long  day  through; 
Beautiful  faces — they  that  wear 
The  light  of  a  pleasing  spirit  there. 
It  matters  little  if  dark  or  fair; 
And  truly  beautiful  in  God's  sight. 
Are  the  precious  souls  who  love  the  right. 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 
WAIT  ON  THE  LORD. 


WHEN  clouds  hang  heavy  o'er  thy  way, 
And  darker  grows  the  weary  day, 
And  thou  oppressed  by  anxious  care 
Art  ahnost  tempted  to  despair, 
Still  wait  upon  the  Lord. 

When  friends  betray  thy  loving  trust. 
And  thou  art  humbled  in  the  dust, 
When  dearest  joys  from  thee  have  fled, 
And  Hope  within  thy  heart  lies  dead, 
Still  wait  upon  the  Lord. 

When  Death  comes  knocking  at  thy  door. 
And  in  thy  home  are  sorrows  sore, 
Though  age  comes  on  and  eyes  grow  dim. 
Still  look  to  Christ,  still  trust  in  him, 
And  wait  upon  the  Lord. 

Whate'er  thy  care,  believe  his  word; 
In  joy  or  grief,  trust  in  the  Lord. 
Good  courage  he  will  give  to  thee, 
And  strong,  indeed,  thy  heart  shall  be, 
By  waiting  on  the  Lord. 


SWEET  HARMONY  AT  LAST. 


I  SAT  alone  at  the  organ, 
At  the  close  of  a  troubled  day. 
When  the  sunset's  crimson  embers 
On  the  western  altar  lay. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

I  was  weary  with  vain  endeavor, 

My  heart  was  ill  at  ease, 
And  I  sought  to  soothe  my  sadness 

With  the  voice  of  the  sweet-toned  keys. 

My  hands  were  weak  and  trembling, 

My  fingers  all  unskilled, 
To  render  the  grand  old  anthem 

With  which  my  soul  was  filled. 
Through  the  long  day's  cares  and  w^orries, 

I  had  dreamed  of  that  glorious  strain, 
And  I  longed  to  hear  the  organ 

Repeat  it  to  me  again. 

It  fell  from  my  untaught  fingers 

Discordant  and  incomplete. 
I  knew  not  how  to  e:5^ress  it, 

Or  to  make  the  discord  sweet; 
So  I  toiled  with  patient  labor 

Till  the  last  bright  gleams  were  gone. 
And  the  evening's  purple  shadows 

Were  gathering  one  by  one. 

Then  a  Master  stood  beside  me, 

And  touched  the  noisy  keys. 
And  lo !  the  discord  vanished 

And  melted  in  perfect  peace. 
I  heard  the  great  organ  pealing 

My  tune  that  I  could  not  play, 
The  strains  of  the  glorious  anthem 

That  had  filled  my  soul  all  day. 

Down  through  the  dim  cathedral 
The  tide  of  music  swept, 

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Poems  of  DaWiii 

And  through  the  shadowy  atcheg 

The  lingering  echoes  crept;  i 

And  I  stood  in  the  purple  twilight  | 

And  heard  my  tune  again —  j 

Not  my  feeble,  untaught  rendering,  ' 
But  the  Master's  perfect  strain. 

So  I  think,  perchance,  the  Master, 

At  the  close  of  life's  weary  day. 
Will  take  from  our  trembling  fingers 

The  tune  that  we  cannot  play; 
He  will  hear  through  the  jarring  discord     } 

The  strain,  although  half  expressed;         * 
He  will  blend  it  in  perfect  music, 

And  add  to  it  all  the  rest.  ' 


COURA<}E!  MY  SOUL. 


LET  nothing  make  thee  sad  or  fretful, 

Or  too  regretful —  ■ 

Be  still;  ■' 

What  God  hath  ordered  must  be  right;  } 

Then  find  in  it  thine  own  delight,  » 
My  will. 

Why  shouldst  thou  fill  to-day  with  sorrow 
About  to-morrow. 

My  heart?  \ 

One  watches  all,  with  care  most  true.  | 

Doubt  not  that  he  will  give  thee  too  _', 

Thy  part.  \ 

Only  be  steadfast,  never  waver,  I 

Nor  seek  earth's  favor. 
But  rest; 

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Poems  of  Vawn. 

Thou  knowest  that  God's  will  must  be 
For  all  his  creatures — so  for  thee — 
The  best. 


MY  SACRIFICE. 


LAID  on  thine  altar,  O  my  Lord  divine, 
Accept  this  gift  to-day,  for  Jesus'  sake. 
I  have  no  jewels  to  adorn  thy  shrine, 

Nor  any  world-famed  sacrifice  to  make, 
But  here  I  bring,  within  my  trembling  hand, 

This  wnll  of  mine — a  thing  that  seemeth  small ; 
And  thou  alone,  O  Lord,  canst  understand 
Hov^,  when  I  yield  thee  this,  I  yield  mine  all. 

Hidden  therein  thy  searching  gaze  canst  see 
Struggles  of  passions,  visions  of  delight, 
All  that  I  have,  or  am,  or  fain  would  be — 

Deep  loves,  fond  hopes,  and  longings  infinite. 
It  hath  been  wet  with  tears,  and  dimmed  with 
sighs. 
Clenched  in  my  grasp  till  beauty  hath  it  none. 
Now,  from  thy  footstool,  where  it  vanquished 
lies. 
The   praver   ascendeth — "  Mav   thy  will   be 
done!" 

Take  it,  O  Father,  ere  my  courage  fail; 

And  merge  it  so  in  Thine  own  will  that  I 
May  never  have  a  wish  to  take  it  back; 

When  heart  and  courage  fail,  to  thee  I'd  fly. 
So  change,  so  purify,  so  like  thine  own. 

Make  thou  my  will,  so  graced  with  love  divine 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 


1  may  not  know  or  feel  it  as  mine  own, 

But  recognize  my  will  as  one  with  thine.       | 


ONLY  THY  WAY,  0  GOD. 


HAVE  thou  thy  way  with  me,  O  God ! 
E'en  though  I  beg  mine  own; 
Heed  not  the  body's  noisy  cry, 
But  the  souFs  undertone. 

Have  thou  thy  way  with  me,  O  God  ! 

This  is  my  spirit's  choice. 
Though  stubborn  greed  of  present  good 

Drown  all  with  deafening  voice. 

Have  thou  thy  way  with  me,  O  God ! 

And,  O  my  soul,  take  care, 
To  have  thy  daily  attitude 

In  keeping  with  thy  prayer. 


THE  CHRISTIAN'S  TRUE  SUPPC^T. 


FATHER,  thou  knowest  best — 
This  thought  is  all  my  stay; 
I  see  but  just  the  step  ahead, 
Thou  knowest  all  the  way. 

To  me,  as  on  I  walk, 

The  way  seems  all  obscure. 

But  thou  wilt  guide  my  trembling  feet, 
And  make  my  footsteps  sure. 

E'en  though  the  darkness  falls, 
And  hides  the  path  from  view, 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Thy  rod  and  staff  direct  me  still, 
And  will  my  strength  renew. 

Father,  the  way  seems  long, 
My  strength  is  very  w^eak; 

Support  me  still  by  thy  right  hand, 
And  words  of  comfort  speak. 


T  CANNOT  do  without  thee; 
i      I  cannot  stand  alone; 
I  have  no  strength  or  goodness, 
No  wisdom  of  my  own; 

But  thou,  beloved  Savior, 

Art  all  in  all  to  me, 
And  weakness  will  be  power. 

If  leaning  hard  on  thee. 


COURAGE  !    PRESS  ON. 


'TIRED  !  well,  what  of  that? 
A       Didst  fancy  life  was  spent  on  beds  of  ease, 
Fluttering  the  rose  leaves  scattered  by  the  breeze  ? 
Come,  rouse  thee  !  work  while  it  is  called  to-day: 
Courage  !  arise  !  go  forth  upon  thy  way. 

Lonely!  and  what  of  that? 
Some  must  be  lonely;  'tis  not  given  to  all 
To  feel  a  heart  responsive  rise  and  fall. 
To  blend  another  life  within  its  own: 
Work  can  be  done  in  loneliness.  Work  on. 

Dark!  well,  what  of  that? 
Didst  fondly  dream  the  sun  would  never  set? 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Dost  fear  to  lose  thy  way  ?  Take  courage  yet ! 
Learn  thou  to  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight; 
Thy  steps  will  guided  be,  and  guided  right. 

Hai'd!  well,  what  of  that? 
Didst  fancy  life  one  summer  holiday, 
With  lessons  none  to  learn,  and  naught  but  play? 
Go — get  thee  to  thy  task  !  Conquer  or  die  !  g 

It  must  be  learned;  learn  it  then,  patiently.  f 


TRANSVERSE  AND  PARALLEL. 


MY  WILL,  dear  Lord,  from  thine  doth  run 
Too  oft  a  different  way ; 
'Tis  hard  to  say,  "Thy  will  be  done," 

In  every  darkened  day  ! 
My  heart  longs  still  to  do  thy  will 
And  all  thy  word  obey. 

My  will  sometimes  would  gather  flowers; 

Thine  blights  them  in  my  hand; 
Mine  reaches  for  life's  sunny  hours; 

Thine  leads  through  shadow  land; 
And  many  days  go  on  in  ways 

I  cannot  understand. 

Yet  more  and  more  this  truth  doth  shine 

From  failure  and  from  loss: 
The  will  that  runs  transverse  from  thine 

Doth  thereby  make  its  cross; 
Thine  upright  will  cuts  straight  and  still 

Through  pride,  and  dream,  and  dross. 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

But  if  in  parallel  to  thine 

My  will  doth  meekly  run, 
All  things  in  heaven  and  earth  are  mine; 

My  will  is  crossed  by  none; 
Thou  art  in  me,  and  I  in  thee: 

Thy  will  and  mine  are  done. 

BE  STRONG. 


BE  STRONG  to  bear,  O  heart  of  mine, 
Faint  not  when  sorrows  come. 
The  sum  of  all  these  ills  of  earth 

Prepares  thee  for  thy  home. 
So  many  burdened  ones  there  are 

Close  toiling  by  thy  side, 
Assist,  encourage,  comfort  them. 

Thine  own  deep  anguish  hide. 
What  though  thy  trials  may  seem  great.'* 

Thy  strength  is  known  to  God, 
And  pathways  steep  and  rugged  lead 

To  pastures  green  and  broad. 

Be  strong  to  love,  O  heart  of  mine, 

Live  not  for  self  alone; 
But  find,  in  blessing  other  lives. 

Completeness  for  thine  ow^n. 
Seek  every  hungry  heart  to  feed, 

Each  saddened  heart  to  cheer; 
And  when  stern  justice  stands  aloof. 

In  inercy  draw  thou  near. 
True,  loving  words  and  helping  hands 

Have  won  more  souls  for  heaven 
Than  all  the  mixed  and  various  creeds 

By  priests  and  sages  given. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

For  every  grief  a  joy  will  come, 

For  every  toil  a  rest; 
So  hope,  so  love,  so  patient  bear — 

God  doeth  all  things  best. 
Be  strong  to  hope,  O  heart  of  mine, 

Look  not  on  life's  dark  side; 
For  just  beyond  these  gloomy  hours 

Rich,  radiant  days  abide. 
Let  hope,  like  summer's  rainbow  bright. 

Scatter  thy  falling  tears, 
And  let  God's  precious  promises 

Dispel  thy  anxious  fears. 


THERE'S  ONLY  ONE. 

—  Psalm  73  125 . — 

THERE'S  only  one  upon  whose  care 
We  safely  lay  our  thoughts  to  rest, 
There's  only  one  who  knows  the  depth 
Of  sorrow  in  each  stricken  breast. 

There's  only  one  whose  pity  falls 
Like  dew  upon  the  wounded  heart; 

There's  only  one  who  never  leaves 
Though  enemy  and  friend  depart. 

There's  only  one,  when  none  are  by. 

To  wipe  away  the  falling  tear; 
There's  only  one  to  heal  the  wound, 
'And  stay  the  weak  one's  timid  fear. 

There's  only  one  who  understands 

And  enters  into  all  we  feel; 
There's  only  one  who  views  each  spring 

And  each  perplexing  wheel  in  wheel. 


Poems  of  Daiun. 

There's  only  one  who  can  support, 
And  who  sufficient  grace  can  give 

To  bear  up  under  every  grief, 

And  spotless  in  this  world  to  live 

O  blessed  Jesus,  Friend  of  friends  ! 

Lift  over  us  thy  sheltering  arm. 
And  while  amid  this  evil  world, 

Protect  us  from  its  guilt  and  harm 


AMEN,  AMEN. 


I  cannot  say. 
Beneath  the  pressure  of  life's  cares  to-day, 

I  joy  in  these; 

But  I  can  say 
That  I  would  rather  walk  this  rugged  way, 

If  Him  it  please. 

I  cannot  feel 
That  all  is  well  when  dark'ning  clouds  concea] 

The  shining  sun; 

But  then  I  know 
God  lives  and  loves;  and  say,  since  it  is  so. 
''Thy  will  be  done." 

I  cannot  speak 
In  happy  tones;  the  tear-drops  on  my  cheek 

Show  I  am  sad; 

But  I  can  speak 
Of  grace  to  suffer  with  submission  meek, 

Until  made  glad. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

I  do  not  see 
Why  God  should  e'en  permit  some  things  to  be, 

When  he  is  love; 

But  I  can  see, 
Though  often  dimly,  through  the  mystery. 

His  hand  above. 

I  may  not  try 
To  keep  the  hot  tears  back;  but  hush  that  sigh, 
"  It  might  have  been;  " 

And  try  to  still 
Each  rising  murmur,  and  to  God's  sweet  will 

Respond — Amen. 


THY  WILL  BE  DONE. 


Tl/^E  SEE  not,  know  not;  all  our  way 
Vt       Is  night;  with  thee  alone  is  day. 
From  out  the  torrent's  troubled  drift, 
Above  the  storm  our  prayer  we  lift. 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

The  flesh  may  fail,  the  heart  may  faint; 
But  who  are  we  to  make  complaint. 
Or  dare  to  plead  in  times  like  these 
The  weakness  of  our  love  of  ease? 
Thy  will  be  done ! 

We  take  with  solemn  thankfulness 
Our  burden  up,  nor  ask  it  less, 
And  count  it  joy  that  even  we 
May  suffer,  serve,  or  wait  on  thee, 
Whose  will  be  done  ! 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Though  dim  as  yet  in  tint  and  line, 
We  trace  thy  picture's  wise  design, 
And  thank  thee  that  our  age  supplies 
The  dark  relief  of  sacrifice: 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

And  if  in  our  unworthiness 
Thy  sacrificial  wine  we  press. 
If  from  thy  ordeal's  heated  bars 
Our  feet  are  seamed  with  crimson  scars, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

If,  for  the  age  to  come,  this  hour 
Of  trial  hath  vicarious  power, 
And  blest  by  thee,  our  present  pain 
Be  liberty's  eternal  gain, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Strike,  thou  the  Master,  we  thy  keys, 
The  anthem  of  thy  destinies  ! 
The  minor  of  thy  loftier,  strain. 
Our  hearts  shall  beat  the  old  refrain, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


TAKE  HEART. 


LET  me  take  heart !  the  present  scene  shall  soon 
be  o'er; 
The  clustering  clouds  shall  hide  the  sun  at  noon 

no  more. 
The  tears  now  dropping  from  my  eyes  shall  be 

forgot; 
The  joys  undimmed  by  sin  and  misery,  my  lot. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

The  storm  now  sweeping  through  the  troubled  sky 

be  past; 
The  longed-for  morning  without  clouds  arise  at 

last. 
The  hindmost  shadow  soon  shall  utterly  depart; 
Then  let  me  watch  and  wait,  and  hopefully  take 

heart. 


DISCIPLINE. 


THE  hammer  of  thy  discipline,  O  Lord, 
Strikes  fast  and   hard.       Life's    anvil    rings 

again 
To  thy  strong  strokes.      And  yet  we  know   'tis 

then 
That  from  the  heart's  hot  iron  all  abroad 
The  rich  glow  spreads.     Great  Fashioner  divine, 
Who  spareth  not,  in  thy  far-seeing  plan. 
The  blows  that  shape  the  character  of  man. 
Or  fire  that  makes  him  yield  to  touch  of  thine, 
Strike  on,  then,  if  thou  wilt !     For  thou  alone 
Canst  rightly  test  the  temper  of  our  will, 
Or  tell  how  these  base  metals  may  fulfill 
Thy  purpose — making  all  our  life  thine  own. 
Only  we  do  beseech  thee,  let  the  pain 
Of  fiery  ordeals  through  which  we  go 
Shed  all  around  us  such  a  warmth  and  glow. 
Such  cheerful  showers  of  sparks  in  golden  rain, 
That  hard  hearts  maybe  melted,  cold  hearts  fired, 
And  callous  hearts  be  taught  to  feel  and  see 
That  discipline  is  more  to  be  desired 
Than  all  the  ease  that  keeps  us  back  from  thee. 

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Poeffts  of  Dawn 
PERFECT  LOVE. 


OGOD  !  this  is  my  plea. 
Whate'er  the  process  be. 
This  love  to  know 
And  if,  the  prize  to  ^ain, 
Through  sorrow,  toil  and  pnin 
I  go,  ere  self  be  slain, 
Amen  !  I  go. 

Rooted  and  grounded  !  yes, 
For  this  I  plead.    O  !  bless 

My  waiting  soul. 
Will  not  this  proud  heart  melt 
Unless  the  rod  be  felt.? 
In  mercy  be  it  dealt, 

And  make  me  whole. 

To  thee  I  humbly  bow 

And  pray  thou  wilt  e'en  now 

The  work  begin. 
'Tis  all  that  I  desire 
This  fulness  to  acquire; 
This  one  great  purifier 

Dwelling  within. 


PRESS  ON. 


BUILD  thee  more  stately  mansions,  O  my  soul, 
As  the  swift  seasons  roll ! 
Leave  thy  low  vaulted  past ! 
Let  each  new  temple,  nobler  than  the  last, 
Shut  thee  from  heaven  with  a  dome  more  vast. 
Till  thou  at  length  art  free,  [sea. 

Leaving  thine  outgrown  shell  by  life's  unresting 

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Poems  of  I) awn. 
MASTER,  SAY  ON 


1\ /TASTER,  speak!  thy  servant  heareth, 
J-Vi      Longing  for  thy  gracious  word, 
Longing  for  thy  voice  that  cheereth; 

Master,  let  it  now  be  heard. 
I  am  listening,  Lord,  for  thee; 
What  hast  thou  to  say  to  me? 

Often  through  my  heart  is  pealing 
Many  another  voice  than  thine. 

Many  an  unwilled  echo  stealing 
From  the  w^alls  of  this  thy  shrine. 

Let  thy  longed-for  accents  fall; 

Master,  speak !  and  silence  all. 

Master,  speak  !  I  cannot  doubt  thee; 

Thou  wilt  through  life's  pathway  lead; 
Savior,  Shepherd,  oh  !  without  thee 

Life  would  be  a  blank  indeed. 
Yet  I  seek  still  fuller  light. 
Deeper  love,  and  clearer  sight. 

Resting  on  the  "  faithful  saying,' 
Trusting  what  thy  gospel  saith, 

On  thy  written  promise  staying 
All  my  hope  in  life  and  death; — 

Yet  I  ask  for  more  and  more 

From  thy  love's  exhaustless  store. 

Master,  speak !  and  make  me  ready, 

As  thy  voice  is  daily  heard. 
With  obedience  glad  and  steady. 

Still  to  follow  every  word. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

1  am  listening,  Lord,  for  thee: 
Master,  speak,  speak  on,  to  me ! 


OUR  HANDS  OF  PRAYER. 


A  TENDER  child  of  summers  three. 
Seeking  her  little  bed  at  night, 
Paused  on  the  dark  stairs  timidly. 
"  O  mother,  take  my  hand,"  said  she, 
"And  then  the  dark  will  all  be  ligrht." 


't>' 


We  older  children  grope  our  way 

From  dark  behind  to  dark  before; 
And  only  when  our  hands  w^e  lay, 
Dear  Lord,  in  thine,  the  night  is  day, 
And  there  is  darkness  nevermore. 

Reach  downward  to  the  sunless  days. 

Wherein  all  guides  are  blind  but  thee. 
And  faith  is  small  and  hope  delays; 
Take  thou  the  hands  of  prayer  we  raise. 

And  let  us  feel  the  light  of  thee. 


GOD  KNOWS. 


GOD  knows — not  I — the  devious  way 
Wherein  my  faltering  feet  must  tread. 
Before  into  the  light  of  day 

My  steps  from  out  this  gloom  are  led. 
And  since  my  Lord  the  path  doth  see. 
What  matter  if  'tis  hid  from  me  ? 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

God  knows — not  I — how  sweet  accord 
Shall  grow  at  length  from  out  this  clash 

Of  earthly  discords  which  have  jarred 
On  soul  and  sense;  I  hear  the  crash, 

Yet  feel  and  know  that  on  his  ear 

Breaks  harmony — full,  deep  and  clear. 

God  knows — not  I — why,  when  I'd  fain 
Have  walked  in  pastures  green  and  fair, 

The  path  he  pointed  me  hath  lain 

Through  rocky  deserts  bleak  and  bare. 

I  blindly  trust — since  'tis  his  will — 

This  way  lies  safety,  that  way  ill. 

His  perfect  plan  I  may  not  grasp. 

Yet  I  can  trust  Love  Infinite, 
And  with  my  feeble  fingers  clasp 

The  hand  which  leads  me  into  light. 
My  soul  upon  his  errand  goes — 
The  end  I  know  not — but  Cod  knows. 


I  CAN  TRUST. 


I  CANNOT  see,  with  my  small  human  sight. 
Why  God  should  lead  this  way  or  that  for  me; 
I  only  know  he  saith,  "  Child,  follow  me." 
But  I  can  trust. 

I  know  not  why  my  path  should  be  at  times 
So  straitly  hedged,  so  strangely  barred  before; 
I  only  know  God  could  keep  wide  the  door. 
But  I  can  trust. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

I  often  wonder,  as  with  trembling  hand 
I  cast  the  seed  along  the  furrowed  ground, 
If  ripened  fruit  for  God  will  there  be  found. 
But  I  can  trust, 

I  cannot  know  why  suddenly  the  storm 
Should  rage  so  fiercely  round  me  in  its  wrath; 
But  this  I  know,  God  watches  still  my  path — 
And  I  can  trust. 


"HE  CARETH  FOR  YOU." 

—  I  Pet.  5:7.— 

HOW   strong  and  sweet  my  Father's  care  ! 
The  words,  like  music  in  the  air, 
Come  answering  to  my  whispered   prayer — 
He  cares  for  thee. 

The  thought  great  wonder  with  it  brings. 
]My  cares  are  all  such  little  things, 
But  to  this  truth  my  glad  faith  clings, 
He  cares  for  me. 

Yes,  keep  me  ever  in  thy  love, 
Dear  Father,  watching  from  above, 
And  let  me  still  thy  mercy  prove, 
And  care  for  me. 

Cast  me  not  off  because  of  sin, 
But  make  me  pure  and  true  within, 
And  teach  me  how  thy  smile  to  win. 
Who  cares  for  me. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

O  still,  in  summer's  golden  glow, 
Or  wintry  storms  of  wind  and  snow, 
Love  me,  my  Father:  let  me.  know 
Thy  care  for  me. 

And  I  wall  learn  to  cast  the  care 
Which  like  a  heavy  load  I  bear 
Down  at  thy  feet  in  lowly  prayer 
And  trust  in  thee. 

For  naught  can  hurt  me,  shade  or  shine 
Nor  evil  thing  touch  me,  nor  mine. 
Since  thou  with  tenderness  divine 
Dost  care  for  me. 


THE  WINGS  OF  FAITH. 


FAITH  soars  and  sings  on  her  tireless  wings; 
Though  woe  assail,  with  her  blinding  hail, 
And  pain  come  near 
With  her  words  of  fear. 

Through  all  the  day,  on  her  love-tracked  way, 
Her  burnished  eye  is  turned  to  the  sky. 

As  if  something  there 

That  were  w^ondrous  fair. 

Her  soul  has  bound,  in  its  gold  threads  round; 
And  ne'er  again  can  the  hand  of  pain. 

Nor  aught  of  woe 

That  we  mortals  know, 

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Foems  of  Dawn. 

Bring  Faith's  wings  back  from  the  shining  track, 
Whose  end  she  sees  by  the  healing  trees, 

Where  waters  run 

In  a  glowing  sun. 

And  days  are  bright  with  seven-fold  light, 
And  the  moon  is  clear  as  the  sun  is  here; 

Where  gates  of  pearl 

In  their  colors  whirl. 

Like  rainbows  blent  in  the  Orient; 

And  walls  are  fair  with  their  jewels  rare — 

O,  her  anchor  holds 

To  the  streets  of  gold  ! 

And  she  soars  and  sings  on  her  tireless  wings. 
For  some  day  she  in  that  nest  shall  be. 
When  it  cometh  down 
On  the  mountain's  crown  ! 

And  His  feet  are  set  on  Olivet 
Who  went  away  at  the  close  of  day 

To  return  again 

With  a  kingly  train. 

O  naught  faith  cares  for  the  scorn  she  bears: 
Will  not  her  Lord  give  sure  reward. 

In  the  coming  hour 

Of  his  pomp  and  power? 

When  the  waste  shall  bloom  and  the  robber  tomb 
Engulf  no  more  on  sea  or  shore. 

And  knowledge  be, 

Like  the  deep,  broad  sea  ? 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
JOY  COMETH. 


OUT  of  the  weary  shades  of  night, 
Out  of  the  darkness  cometh  light; 
In  fearful  doubt  or  midnight  storm, 
Courage  and  hope  of  faith  are  born. 

From  mountain  height  the  tempest  flings 
Earth's  hope  beneath  death's  mighty  wings; 
But  lo  !  there  shines  the  "  morning  star," 
Gleaming  in  glory  from  afar. 

Beyond  the  storin  king's  mantling  shroud, 
God's  signet  ring  upon  the  cloud 
Pledges  his  love  and  truth  and  light, 
When  faith  herself  is  lost  in  sight. 


TRUST  IN  THE  LORD. 

—  Psalm  52  :  8. — 

0  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 
When  conscious  of  thy  sin- 
Of  its  heavy  weight  upon  thee, 
Of  its  mighty  power  within. 
Then  is  the  hour  of  pleading 
His  finished  work  for  thee; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing. 
His  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  faith  is  dim  and  weak, 

And  the  very  One  thou  needest 
Thou  canst  not  rise  to  seek. 

Then  is  the  hour  for  seeing 
That  he  hath  come  to  thee; 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 
His  touch  hath  healed  me. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  tempted  to  transgress 
By  hasty  word,  or  angry  look. 

Or  thought  of  bitterness. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  claiming 

Thy  Lord  to  fight  for  thee; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing. 

He  doth  deliver  me. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  daily  cares  perplex, 
And  trifles  seem  to  gain  a  power 

Thy  inner  soul  to  vex. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  grasping 

His  hand  who  walked  the  sea; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 
He  makes  it  calm  for  me. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  some  truth  thou  canst  not  see 
For  the  mists  of  strife  and  error. 

That  veil  its  form  from  thee. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  looking 

To  him  to  guide  thee  right; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 
The  Lord  shall  be  my  light. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

In  bright  and  happy  days, 
When  tasting  earthly  gladness. 

Or  winning  human  praise, 
loi 


Poems  of  Daivn. 

Then  is  the  hour  for  hiding 
In  the  shadow  of  his  wings; 

Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 
Praise  to  the  King  of  kings. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  thou  art  wearied  sore 
When  head  or  hand  refuses 

To  think  or  labor  more. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  leaning 

Upon  the  Master's  breast ; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 

My  Savior  gives  me  rest. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  thou  art  tried  with  pain  ; 
No  power  for  prayer,  the  only  thought 

How  to  endure  the  strain. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  resting 

In  his  perfect  love  to  thee  ; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing. 

He  thinks,  and  cares  for  me. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

In  days  of  feebleness. 
When  thou  canst  only  dumbly  feel 

Thy  utter  helplessness. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  proving 

His  mighty  power  in  thee  ; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 

His  grace  sufficeth  me. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 
When  thou  art  full  of  care, 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

For  wanderers  whom  thou  canst  not  win 

Our  blessed  hope  to  share. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  trusting 

Thy  Lord  to  bring  them  nigh  ; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 

He  loves  them  more  than  I. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  loved  ones  pass  away. 

When  very  lonely  seems  thy  life, 
'  And  very  dark  thy  way. 

Then  is  the  hour  for  yielding 
Entirely  to  his  wnll  ; 

Then  is  the  time  for  singing, 
I  have  my  Savior  still. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

When  flesh  and  heart  do  fail, 
And  thou  art  called  to  enter  ^ 

Death's  dark,  o'ershadowed  vale. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  saying, 

I  will  no  evil  fear  ; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing. 

Lord,  thou  art  with  me  here. 

O  trust  thyself  to  Jesus, 

As  thy  spirit  takes  its  flight, 
From  every  earthly  shadow, 

To  the  realm  of  perfect  light. 
Then  is  the  hour  for  shouting, 

Christ  hath  done  all  for  me  ; 
Then  is  the  time  for  singing. 

He  gives  the  victory. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 
WE  THANK  THEE. 


WE    thank    thee,     O     Father,     for   all  that    is 
bright— 
The  gleam  of  the  day  and  the  stars  of  the  night ; 
The  flowers  of  our  youth   and  the  fruits   of  our 

prime, 
And  blessings  that  march  down  the  pathway  of 
time. 

We  thank  thee,  O  Father,  for  all  that  is  dear — 
The  sob  of   the  tempest,  the  flow  of  the  tear  ; 
For  never  in  blindness  and  never  in  vain 
Thy  mercy  permitted  a  sorrow  or  pain. 

We  thank  thee,  O  Father,  for  song  and  for  feast — 
The  harvest  that  glowed  and   the   warmth   that 

increased  ; 
For  never  a  blessing  encompassed  thy  child 
But  thou,  in  thy  mercy,   looked  downward  and 

smiled. 

We  thank  thee,  O  Father  of  all,  for  the  power 
Of  aiding  each  other  in  life's  darkest  hour  ; 
The  generous  heart  and  the  bountiful  hand. 
And  all  the  soul-help  that  sad  souls  understand. 

We  thank  thee,  O  Father,  for  days  yet  to  be — 
For  hopes  that  our  future  will  call  us  to  thee  ; 
That  all  our  eternity  form,  through  thy  love. 
One  Thanksgiving  day  in  the  mansions  above. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 
"WE  SHALL  BE  LIKE  HIM. 


We  shall  be  like  him.     O,  how  rich  the  promise  ! 

What  greater  could  our  leather's  love  prepare? 
Few  are  the  words,  and  softly  are  they  spoken, 

But  who  shall  tell  the  glories  hidden  there? 

We  shall  be  like  him,  for  we'll  have  his  nature, 
He'll  lift  us  up  and  with  his  glory  bless  ; 

He  took  our  sin,  O  wondrous  condescension  ! 
That  he  might  clothe  us  in   his  righteousness. 

He  bore  our  sickness,  fainted  with  our  weakness, 
That   he  might  give    us  perfect    strength    and 
health; 

He  walked  with  us  in  poverty  and  hunger. 
To  make  us  sharers  of  his  boundless  wealth. 

We  shall  be  like  him,  raised  above  all  weakness, 
Forever  past  all  weariness  and  pain  ; 

Even  death  itself  shall  have  no  power  to  touch  us, 
When  like  our  risen  Lord  with  him  we  reign. 

While  now  in  gracious  love  he  calls  us  brethren, 
And  we  his  spotless  robe  with  gladness  wear. 
Faith  grasps  the  promise  of  the  glorious  future — 
"  We  shall  be  like  him  when  he  shall  appear." 

O,  what  has  earth  our  thirsting  souls  to  offer. 
Compared  with  that  abundant  life  to  come? 

How  poor  its  pleasures  and  how  dim  its  splendor, 
Beside  the  glory  of  the  promised  throne  ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Now  looking  forth  beyond  time's  misty  shadows, 
With  seers  of  far-off  ages  we  may  sing, 

"I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  awaken 

With  thine  own  likeness,  O  my  God  and  King  !" 

So  in  the  hope  of  bearing  his  dear  image. 
Rejoicing  in  his  precious  gift  of  peace. 

His  love  shall  keep  our  hearts  in  patient  waiting, 
Till  we  in  righteousness  behold  his  face. 


JESUS  ONLY. 


IESUS  only  !   In  the  shadow 
Of  the  cloud  so  chill  and  dim. 
We  are  clinging,  loving,  trusting. 
He  with  us  and  we  with  him  ; 
All  unseen,  though  ever  nigh, 
Jesus  only, — all  our  cry, 

Jesus  only  !   In  the  glory. 

When  the  shadows  all  are  flown. 
Seeing  him  in  all  his  beauty. 

Satisfied  with  him  alone  ; 
May  we  join  his  ransomed  throng, 

Jesus  only, — all  our  song  ! 


DEEDS,  NOT  WORDS. 

T^HEY  do  the  least 
A      Who  talk  the  most, 
Whose  good  designs 
Are  all  their  boast. 
Let  words  be  few. 
io6 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

They  do  the  most 
Whose  lives  possess 

The  sterling  stamp 
Of  righteousness; 
For  deeds  are  true. 


ENTER  IN. 


Fellow-Christian,  enter  in — 
Into  the  work  that  calls  for  you, 
Into  the  promises  grand  and  true: 
Into  the  joy  of  faith  that  waits: 
Why  stand  here  idly  without  the  gates. 

When  the  fields  are  ripe  ? 

You  say  you  cannot  know 
What  God  has  here  for  you  to  do, 
Or  the  way  wherein  your  feet  should  go; 
But  if  you  enter  in  to-day. 
He'll  show  you,  in  his  own  sweet  way. 

Your  privileged  place. 

And  when  sheaves  are  gathered  in. 
We  may  be  sure,  in  that  blissful  day, 
To  sowers  and  reapers  Christ  will  say, — 
You  who  well  toiled  and  labored  and  bore, 
And  zealously  sought  for  more  and  more 

Of  God's  blessed  work, — 

Come  in,  come  in — 
Into  the  rest  prepared  for  you, 
Into  the  glory  now  brought  to  view." 
Their  heavenly  Bridegroom  will  await 
Their  triumphant  entrance  within  the  gate 

Of  Immortality. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
A  LITTLE  LIGHT. 


'T^WAS  but  a  little  light  she  bore, 

1      While  standing  at  the  open  door; 
A  little  light,  a  feeble  spark. 
And  yet  it  shone  out  through  the  dark  \ 

With  cheerful  ray,  and  gleamed  afar  ' 

As  brightly  as  the  polar  star. 

A  little  light,  a  gentle  hint. 
That  falls  upon  the  page  of  print, 
May  clear  the  vision,  and  reveal 
The  precious  treasures  doubts  conceal, 
And  guide  men  to  an  open  door, 
Where  they  new  regions  may  explore. 

A  little  light  dispels  the  gloom 
That  gathers  in  the  shadowed  room. 
Where  want  and  sickness  find  their  prey, 
And  night  seems  longer  than  the  day, 
And  hearts  with  many  troubles  cope 
And  feebler  glows  the  spark  of  hope. 

O,  sore  the  need  that  some  must  know 

While  journeying  through  this  vale  of  w^oe ! 

Dismayed,  disheartened,  gone  astray. 

Caught  in  the  thickets  by  the  way. 

For  lack  of  just  a  little  light 

To  guide  their  wandering  steps  aright. 

It  may  be  little  we  can  do 

To  help  another,  it  is  true; 

But  better  is  a  little  spark 

Of  kindness,  when  the  way  is  dark. 

Than  one  should  walk  in  paths  forbidden 

For  lack  of  light  we  might  have  given. 

1 08 


Poems  of  Dawn. 
LIGHT  AND  TRUTH. 


The  light  is  ever  silent; 
It  sparkles  on  morn's  million  gems  of  dew, 
It  flings  itself  into  the  shower  of  noon, 
It  weaves  its  gold  into  the  cloud  of  sunset. 
Yet  not  a  sound  is  heard;  it  dashes  full 
On  yon  broad  rock,  yet  not  an  echo  answers; 
It  lights  in  myriad  drops  upon  the  flower, 
Yet  not  a  blossom  stirs;  it  does  not  move 
The  slightest  film  of  floating  gossamer, 
Which  the  faint  touch  of  insect's  wing  wo'ld  shiver. 

The  light  is  ever  pure. 
No  art  of  man  can  ever  rob  it  of  its  beauty, 
Nor  stain  its  unpolluted  heaven  lines. 
It  is  the  fairest,  purest  thing  in  nature; 
Fit  type  of  heavenly  truth,  which  is  all  pure. 

Truth,  too,  with  noiseless  grandeur 
Upon  its  heavenly  mission  goeth  forth. 
It  shines  upon  a  sin-polluted  earth 
Until  its  vileness  doth  so  vile  appear, 
That  men  despise,  then  banish  it  from  sight. 
It  shineth  on,  'till  neath  its  rays  benign 
The  buds  of  heav'nly  virtue  do  appear. 
And  earth  gives  promise  of  a  summer-time. 
And  so  'twill  ever  shine,  till  fruit  and  flower 
Of  virtue,  peace  and  praise  bedeck  the  earth. 

Truth,  like  the  light,  is  pure; 
And  no  device  to  rob  it  of  its  glory. 
Or  drag  it  down  base  purposes  to  serve. 
Can  e'er  succeed.     O,  no  !  its  heav'nly  glory 
Shall  in  due  time  the  universe  pervade. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 
MY  ONE  TALENT. 


IN  a  napkin  smooth  and  white, 
Hidden  from  all  mortal  sight, 
]My  one  talent  lies  to-night. 

Mine  to  hoard,  or  mine  to  use, 
Mine  to  keep,  or  mine  to  lose; 
May  I  not  do  what  I  choose  ? 

Ah  !  the  gift  was  only  lent, 
With  the  Giver's  known  intent 
That  it  should  be  wisely  spent. 

And  I  know  he  will  demand 
Every  farthing  at  my  hand. 
When  I  in  his  presence  stand. 

What  will  be  my  grief  and  shame 
When  I  hear  my  humble  name. 
And  cannot  repay  his  claim  ! 

Some  will  double  what  they  hold; 

Others  add  to  it  tenfold, 

And  pay  back  in  shining  gold. 

Lord,  O  teach  me  what  to  do  ! 
I  would  faithful  be  and  true; 
Still  the  sacred  trust  renew. 

Help  me,  ere  too  late  it  be, 
Something  now  to  do  for  thee; 
Thou  who  hast  done  all  for  me ! 


Poems  of  Dawn. 
THE  TIME  IS  SHORT. 


Up,  up,"  my  soul,  the  long-spent  time  redeeming  ; 

Sow  thou  the  seeds  of  better  deed  and  thought ; 
Light  other  lamps,  while  yet  the  light  is  beaming  ; 

The  time,  the  time  is  short. 

Think  of  the  eyes  that  often  weep  in  sadness. 
Seeing  not  the  truth  that  God  to  theehas  taught: 

O  bear  to  them  this  light  and  joy  and  gladness  ; 
The  time,  the  time  is  short. 

Think  of  the   feet  that  stray  from   misdirection, 
And  into  snares  of  error's  doctrine  brought : 

Bear  then  to  them  these  tidings  of  salvation  ; 
The  time,  the  time  is  short. 

The  time  is  short.     Then  be  thy  heart  a  brother's 
To  every  heart  that  needs  thy  help  in  aught. 

How  much  they  need  the  sympathy  of  others  ! 
The  time,  the  time  is  short. 


BE  VIGILANT. 


UP  THEN,  and  linger  not,   thou  saint  of  God, 
Fling  from  thy  shoulders  each  impeding  load  ; 
Be  brave  and  wise,  shake  off  earth's  soil  and  sin, 
That  with  the  Bridegroom  thou  mayst  enter  in. 
O  watch  and  pray  ! 

Clear  hath  the  voice  been  heard.  Behold  I've  come — 
That  voice  that  calls   thee  to   thy  glorious  home, 
That  bids  thee  leave  these  vales  and  take  swift 
wing, 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

To  meet  the  hosts   of   thy  descending  king  ;  — 
And  thou  may'st  rise  ! 

Here's  a  thick  throng  of  foes,  afar  and  ne^r  ; 

The  grave  in  front,  a  hating  world  in  rear  ; 
Yet  fle^  thou  canst  not,  victory  must  be  won, 
Ere  fall  the  shadows  of  thy  setting  sun  :  — 
And  thou  must  fight. 

Gird  on  thy  armor  ;  face  each  weaponed  foe  ; 

Deal  with  the  sword  of  heaven  the  deadly  blow  ; 
Forward,  still  forward,  till  the  prize  divine 
Rewards  thy  zeal,  and  victory  is  thine; 
Win  thou  the  crown. 


LET  US  GO  FORTH. 

— HEB.  13 :  13. — 

SILENT,  like  men  in  solemn  haste, 
Girded  wayfarers  of  the  waste. 
We  pass  out  at  the  world's  wide  gate. 
Turning  our  back  on  all  its  state; 
We  press  along  the  narrow  road 
That  leads  to  life,  to  bliss,  to  God. 

We  cannot  and  we  would  not  stay  ; 

We  dread  the  snares  that  throng  the  way; 

We  fling  aside  the  weight  and  sin. 

Resolved  the  victory  to  win  ; 

We  know  the  peril,  but  our  eyes 

Rest  on  the  splendor  of  the  prize. 

What  though  with  weariness  oppressed? 
,'Tis  but  a  little  and  we  rest. 
This  throbbing  heart  and  burning  brain 
Will  soon  be  calm  and  cool  again ; 
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JPoems  of  Dawn. 

Night  is  far  spent  and  morn  is  near — 
Morn  of  the  cloudless  and  the  clear. 

No  idling  now,  no  slothful  sleep, 
From  Christian  toil  our  pow'rs  to  keep; 
No  shrinking  from  the  desperate  fight, 
No  thought  of  yielding  or  of  flight ; 
No  love  of  present  gain  or  ease, 
No  seeking  man  or  self  to  please. 

No  sorrow  for  the  loss  of  fame. 

No  dread  of  scandal  on  our  name  ; 

No  terror  for  the  world's  sharp  scorn, 

No  wish  that  taunting  to  return  ; 

No  hatred  can  to  hatred  move 

The  soul  that's  filled  with  pitying  love. 

No  sigh  for  laughter  left  behind, 
Or  pleasures  scattered  to  the  wind ; 
No  looking  back  on  Sodom's  plains, 
No  listening  still  to  Babel's  strains ; 
No  tears  for  Egypt's  song  and  smile. 
No  thirsting  for  its  flowing  Nile. 

'Tis  but  a  little  and  we  come 

To  our  reward,  our  crown,  our  home  ! 

Another  year,  or  more,  or  less. 

And  we  have  crossed  the  wilderness  ; 

Finished  the  toil,  the  rest  begun, 

The  battle  fought,  the  triumph  won ! 

We  grudge  not,  then,  the  toil,  the  way  ; 
Its  ending  is  the  endless  day  ! 
We  shrink  not   from  these  tempests  keen. 
With  little  of  the  calm  between ; 

"3  (8) 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

We  welcome  each  descending  sun; 
Ere  morn  our  joy  may  be  begun  ! 


GO  LABOR  ON. 


GO  LABOR  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent, — 
Thy  joy  to  do  thy  Father's  will  ; 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went; 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

Go  labor  on  ;  'tis  not  for  naught ; 

Thy  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  ; 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not ; 

The  Master  praises — what  are  men  ? 

Go  labor  on  ;  enough,  while  here, 
If  he  shall  praise  thee — if  he  deign 

Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer: 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain. 

Men  sit  in  darkness  at  thy  side. 

Without  a  hope  beyond  the  tomb  ; 

Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide. 
The  torch  that  lights  the  thickest  gloom. 

Go  labor  on  ;  thy  hands  are  weak, 

Thy  knees  are  faint,  thy  soul  cast  down, 

Yet  falter  not ;  the  prize  ye  seek, 
Is  near — a  kingdom  and  a  crown ! 


OWHAT,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
WORKERS  AND  WINNERS. 


IJ'EEP   striving:    The   winners    are  those   who 
V     have  striven 
And  fought  for  the  prize  that  no  idler  has  won; 
To  the  hands  of  the  steadfast  alone  it  is  given, 
And  before  it  is   gained,   there   is  work   to   be 
done. 

Keep  climbing  :     The  earnest  and  steadfast  have 
scaled 
The  height  where  the    pathway  was  rough    to 
the  feet ; 
But    the    faint-hearted    faltered,     and     faltering, 
failed, 
And  sank   down  by   the   wayside   in  helpless 
defeat. 

Keep  hoping  :    The  clouds  hide  the  sun  for  a  time. 

But  sooner  or  later  they  scatter  and  flee, 
And  the  path  glows  like  gold  to  the  toilers  who 
climb 
To  the  heights  where  men  look  over  landscape 
and  sea. 

Keep  onw^ard — right  on,  till  the  prize  is  attained  ; 
Front  the   future  with  courage,   and  obstacles 
fall. 
By  those,  and  those  only,  the  victory's  gained 
Who  look  not  to  themselves  but  to  God  above 
all. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
ENDURANCE. 


YET  nerve  thy  spirit  to  the  proof, 
And  blanch  not  at  thy  chosen  lot. 
The  timid  good  may  stand  aloof, 

The  sage  may  frown — yet  faint  thou  not 

Nor  heed  the  shaft  so  surely  cast, 
The  foul  and  hissing  bolt  of  scorn  ; 

For  with  thy  side  shall  dwell  at  last 
The  victory  of  endurance  born. 


PRAYER  OF  THE  CONSECRATED. 


WE  seek  not.  Lord,  for  tongues  of  flame, 
Or  healing  virtue's   mystic  aid  ; 
But  power  thy  Gospel  to  proclaim — 
The  balm  for  wounds  that  sin  has  made. 

Breathe  on  us.  Lord  ;  thy  radiance  pour 
On  all  the  wonders  of  the  page 

Where  hidden  lies  the  heavenly  lore 

That  blessed  our  youth  and  guides  our  age. 

Grant  skill  each  sacred  theme  to  trace. 
With  loving  voice  and  glowing  tongue, 

As  when  upon  thy  words  of  grace 

The  wondering  crowds  enraptured  hung 

Grant  faith,  that  treads  the  stormy  deep 
If  but  thy  voice  shall  bid  it  come  ; 

And  zeal,  that  climbs  the  mountain  steep. 
To  seek  and  bring  the  wanderer  home. 

Give  strength,  blest  Savior,  in  thy  might; 
Illuminate  our  hearts,  and  we, 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

Transformed  into  thine  image  bright, 

Shall  teach,  and  love,  and  live,  like  thee. 


A  PERFECT  TRUST. 


0  BLESSED  peace  of  a  perfect  trust, 
My  loving  God,  in  thee  ; 
Unwavering  faith,  that  never  doubts 
Thou  choosest  best  for  me. 

Best,  though  my  plans  be  all  upset  ; 

Best,  though  the  way  be  rough  ; 
Best,  though  my  earthly  store  be  scant ; 

In  thee  I  have  enough. 

Best,  though  my  health  and  strength  be  gone, 

Though  weary  days  be  mine, 
Shut  out  from  much  that  others  have  ; 

Not  my  will.  Lord,  but  thine  ! 

And  e'en  though  disappointments  come, 

They  too  are  best  for  me, 
To  wean  me  from  a  clam'ring  world, 

And  lead  me  nearer  thee. 

O  !  blessed  peace  of  a  perfect  trust 

That  looks  away  from  all  ; 
That  sees  thy  hand  in  everything, 

In  great  events  or  small ; 

That  hears  thy  voice — a  Father's  voice — 

Directing  for  the  best : — 
O  !  blessed  peace  of  a  perfect  trust, 

A  heart  with  thee  at  rest ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
0  USE  ME,  LORD. 


LORD,  speak  to  me.,  that  I  may  speak 
In  living  echoes  of  thy  tone  ; 
As  thou  hast  sought,  so  let  me  seek 
Thy  erring  children,  lost  and  lone. 

O  lead  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  lead 
The  wandering  and  the  wavering  feet ; 

O feed  7ne,  Lord,  that  I  may  feed 

Thy  hungering  ones  with  manna  sweet. 

0  strengthen  7ne.,  that  while  I  stand 
Firm  on  the  Rock,  and  strong  in  thee, 

1  may  stretch  out  a  helping  hand 
To  wrestlers  in  the  troubled  sea. 

O  teach  7?ic,  Lord,  that  I  may  teach 
The  precious  things  thou  dost  impart ; 

And  wing  my  words,  that  they  may  reach 
The  hidden  depths  of  many  a  heart. 

O  give  thine  own  sweet  rest  to  me, 

That  I  may  speak  with  soothing  power 

A  word  in  season,  as  from  thee, 
To  weary  ones  in  needful  hour. 

O  fill  me  with  thy  fulness.,  Lord, 

Until  my  very  heart  o'erflow 
In  kindling  thought  and  glowing  word, 

Thy  love  to  tell,  thy  praise  to  show. 

O  use  77ie.,  Lord,  use  even  me, 

Just  as  thou  wilt,  and  when,  and  where  ; 
Until  thy  blessed  face  I  see. 

Thy  rest,  thy  joy,  thy  glory  share. 

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Foems  of  Dawn. 
IF  I  COULD  KNOW. 


IF  I  could  only  surely  know 
That  all  these  things  that  tire  me  so 
Were  noticed  by  my  Lord — 
The  pang  that  cuts  me  like  a  knife, 
The  noise,  the  weariness,  the  strife, 
And  all  the  nameless  ills  of  life — 
What  peace  it  would  afford  ! 

I  wonder  if  he  really  shares 
In  all  these  little  human  cares. 

This  mighty  King  of  kings  ! — 
If  he  who  guides  through  boundless  space 
Each  radiant  planet  in  its  place, 
Can  have  the  condescending  grace 

To  mind  these  petty  things. 

It  seems  to  me,  if  sure  of  this. 

Blent  with  each  ill  would  come  such  bliss 

That  I  might  covet  pain. 
And  deem  whatever  brought  to  me 
The  blessed  thought  of  Deity, 
And  sense  of  Christ's    sweet  sympathy, 

Not  loss,  but  richest  gain. 

Dear  Lord,  my  heart  shall   no  more  doubt 
That  thou  dost  compass  me  about 

With  sympathy  divine. 
The  Love  for  me  once  crucified 
Is  not  the  love  to  leave  my  side, 
But  waiteth  ever  to  divide 

Each  smallest  care  of  mine. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
THE  VOICE  IN  THE  TWILIGHT. 


I  WAS  sitting  alone  in  the  twilight, 
With  spirit  troubled  and  vexed, 
With  thoughts  that  were  morbid  and  gloomy. 
And  faith  that  w^as  sadly  perplexed. 

Some  homely  work  I  was  doing 
For  the  child  of  my  love  and  care, 

Some  stitches  half  wearily  setting, 
In  the  endless  need  of  repair. 

But  my  thoughts  were  about  the  "  building," 
The  work  some  day  to  be  tried; 

And  that  only  gold  and  the  silver, 

And  the  precious  stones,  should  abide. 

And  remembering  my  own  poor  efforts. 
The  w^retched  work  I  had  done. 

And,  even  w^hen  trying  most  truly. 
The  meager  success  I  had  won: 

'  It  is  nothing  but  'wood,  hay  and  stubble,'  " 

I  said;  "it  will  all  be  burned" — 
This  useless  fruit  of  the  talents 
One  day  to  be  returned. 

'  And  I  have  so  longed  to  serve  him, 

And  sometimes  I  know  I  have  tried; 
But  I  'm  sure  when  he  sees  such  building, 
He  never  will  let  it  abide." 

Just  then,  as  I  turned  the  garment, 
That  no  rent  should  be  left  behind, 

My  eye  caught  an  odd  little  bungle 

Of  mending  and  patchwork  combined. 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

My  heart  grew  suddenly  tender, 
And  something  blinded  my  eyes, 

With  one  of  those  sweet  intuitions 
That  sometimes  make  us  so  wise. 

Dear  child  !   She  wanted  to  help  me. 

I  knew  'twas  the  best  she  could  do; 
But  oh  !  what  a  botch  she  had  made  it— 

The  gray  mismatching  the  blue  ! 

And  yet — can  you  understand  it? — 
With  a  tender  smile  and  a  tear. 

And  a  half  compassionate  yearning, 
I  felt  she  had  grown  more  dear. 

Then  a  sweet  voice  broke  the  silence; 

And  the  dear  Lord  said  to  me, 
Art  thou  tenderer  for  the  little  child 

Than  I  am  tender  for  thee?  " 

Then  straightway  I  knew  his  meaning. 
So  full  of  compassion  and  love, 

And  my  faith  came  back  to  its  Refuge 
Like  the  glad  returning  dove. 

For  I  thought,  when  the  Master-builder 
Comes  down  his  temple  to  view. 

To  see  what  rents  must  be  mended, 
And  what  must  be  builded  anew. 

Perhaps  as  he  looks  o'er  the  building 
He  will  bring  my  work  to  the  light. 

And  seeing  the  marring  and  bungling. 
And  how  far  it  all  is  from  rigrht. 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

He  will  feel  as  I  felt  for  my  darling, 
And  will  say,  as  I  said  for  her, 
"  Dear  child  !  She  wanted  to  help  me. 
And  love  for  me  was  that  spur. 

"  And  for  the  true  love  that  is  in  it. 

The  work  shall  seem  perfect  as  mine, 
And  because  it  was  willing  service, 
I  will  crown  it  with  plaudit  divine." 

And  there  in  the  deepening  twilight 
I  seemed  to  be  clasping  a  hand, 

And  to  feel  a  great  love  constraining  me, 
Stronger  than  any  command. 

Then  I  knew,  by  the  thrill  of  sweetness, 
'Twas  the  hand  of  the  Blessed  One, 

That  will  tenderly  guide  and  hold  me 
Till  all  my  labor  is  done. 

So  my  thoughts  are  nevermore  gloomy, 

ISIy  faith  no  longer  is  dim. 
But  my  heart  is  strong  and  restful. 

And  my  eyes  are  looking  to  him. 


THE  TRANSFORMATION. 


TO  the  Potter's  house  I  went  down  one  day. 
And  watched  him  while  moulding  the  vessels 
of  clay. 
And  many  a  wonderful  lesson  I  drew, 
As  I  noted  the  process  the  clay  went  through. 

Trampled  and  broken,    down-trodden  and  rolled, 
To  render  more  plastic  and  tit  for  the  mould, 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

How  like  the  clay  that  is  human,  I  thoiio^ht, 
When  in  Heavenly  hands  to  perfection  brought; 

For  Self  must  be  cast  as  the  dust  at  his  feet, 
Before  it  is  ready  for  service  made  meet. 
And  Pride  must  be  broken,  and  self-will  lost — 
All  laid  on  the  altar,  whatever  the  cost. 

But  lo  !  by  and  by,  a  delicate  vase 

Of  wonderful  beauty  and  exquisite  grace. 

Was  it  once  the  vile  clay?   Ah!   yes;    yet    how 

strange. 
The  Potter  has  wrought  such  a  marvelous  change  ! 

Not  a  trace  of  the  earth,  nor  mark  of  the  clay — 
The  fires  of  the  furnace  have  burned  them  away. 
Wondrous  skill  of  the  Potter — the  j^raise  is  his 

due. 
In  whose  hands  to  perfection  and  beauty  it  grew. 

Thus  with  souls  lying  still,  content  in  God's  hand. 
That  do  not  his  power  of  working  withstand. 
They  are  moulded  and  fitted,  a  treasure  to  hold. 
Vile  clay  now  transformed  into  j^urest  of  gold. 


TO-DAY  I  seem  to  understand 
That  pain  and  trial,  grief  and  care, 
Are  chisels  in  an  unseen  hand 
That  round  us  into  statues  fair. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
DIVINE  GUIDANCE. 


LORD,  when  I  strive  to  serve  thee  most, 
Yet  toil  in  vain; 
When  I  can  see  but  labor  lost, 
Instead  of  gain; 

When  plans  fall  out  another  way 

From  what  seems  best, 
And  failure  comes  though  I  obey 

Thy  clear  behest; 

When  hopes  whereon  I  dare  to  lean 

Thou  dost  deny; 
When  thou  forbiddest  me  to  glean 

The  fields  near  by; 

When  fairest  prospects,  opening  wide 

Before  mine  eyes, 
Thou  wallest  in  on  every  side. 

And  mountains  rise 

That  faith  seems  powerless  to  remove — 

Then,  dearest  Lord, 
Draw  near  to  me,  draw  near  and  prove 

Thy  written  Word  ! 

That  thou  in  all  things  dost  ordain 

Thy  children's  good; 
That  joy  shall  be  the  fruit  of  pain, 

When  understood. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

I  know,  and  yet — O  slow  of  heart — 

But  half  believe; 
And  when  I  fail,  in  secret  smart, 

And  fret  and  grieve, 

Fill  me  with  faith's  complete  content 

In  thee,  O  Lord, 
And  make  me  willing  to  be  spent 

Without  reward — 

Of  earthly  sort,  but  heavenly  gain- 
To  seek  alone 

For  others'  good,  by  toil  and  pain. 
Not  for  mine  o^vn. 

And  when  my  failures  cast  me  down, 

Make  me  to  rest. 
In  glorious  hope  of  victor's  crown. 

Forever  blest. 

I  would  not  look  at  "things  behind"' 

With  wistful  eye; 
Nor  seek  in  earthly  things  to  find 

A  comfort  nigh. 

The  weary  sea-bird  goes  to  sleep 

On  tossing  waves. 
Untroubled  by  the  storm,  the  deep, 

In  trust  that  saves. 

It  is  the  hollow  of  thy  hand 
That  shapes  its  nest; 

So,  though  I  may  not  understand, 
Alake  me  to  rest. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
GROWING  IN  GRACE. 


UNTO  him  that  hath  thou  givest 
Ever  "more  abundantly." 
Lord,  I  live  because  thou  livest, 

Therefore  give  more  life  to  me; 
Therefore  speed  me  in  the  race; 
Therefore  let  me  grow  in  grace. 

Deepen  all  thy  work,  O  Master, 
Strengthen  every  downward  root, 

Only  do  thou  ripen  faster 

More  and  more  thy  pleasant  fruit. 

Purge  me,  prune  me,  self  abase. 

Only  let  me  grow  in  grace. 

Father,  grace  for  grace  outpouring, 
Show  me  ever  greater  things; 

Raise  me  higher,  sunward  soaring, 
Mounting  as  on  eagle's  wings. 

By  the  brightness  of  thy  face, 

Father,  let  me  grow  in  grace. 

Let  me  grow  by  sun  or  shower; 

Every  moment  water  me; 
Make  me  really  hour  by  hour 

More  and  more  conformed  to  thee, 
That  thy  loving  eye  may  trace. 
Day  by  day,  my  growth  in  grace. 

Let  me,  then,  be  always  growing. 
Never,  never  standing  still; 

Listening,  learning,  better  knowing 
Thee  and  thy  most  blessed  will. 

Lighted  in  thy  holy  place, 

Daily  let  me  grow  in  grace. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 
FULL  CONSECRATION. 


0  SACRED  union  with  the  Perfect  :vlind  ! 
Transcendent  bliss,  which  thou  alone  canst 
give, 
How  blest  are  they  this  Pearl  of  price  who  find. 
And,  dead  to  earth,  have  learned  in  thee  to  live. 

And  thus,  while  dead  to  human  hopes  I  lie. 
Lost,  and  forever  lost,  to  all  but  thee, 

My  happy  soul,  since  it  has  learned  to  die. 
Has  found  new  life  in  thine  infinity. 

With  joy  we  learn  this  lesson  of  the  cross. 

And  tread  the  toilsome  way  which  Jesus  trod; 

And  counting  present  life  and  all  things  loss, 
We  find  in  death  to  self  the  life  of  God. 


HE  THAT  SCATTERETH  INCREASETH. 


IS  thy  cruise  of  comfort  failing? 
Rise  and  share  it  with  another, 
And  through  all  the  years  of  famine 
It  shall  serve  thee  and  thy  brother. 
Love  divine  will  fill  thy  storehouse, 

Or  thy  handful  still  renew; 

Scanty  fare  for  one  will  often 

Make  a  royal  feast  for  two. 

For  the  heart  grows  rich  in  giving; 

All  its  wealth  is  livingf  orrain; 
Seeds  which  mildew  in  the  garner. 

Scattered,  fill  with  gold  the  plain. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Is  thy  burden  hard  and  heavy? 

Do  thy  steps  drag  wearily  ? 
Help  to  bear  thy  brother's  burden; 

God  will  bear  both  it  and  thee. 

Numb  and  weary  on  the  mountains, 

Wouldst  thou  sleep  amid  the  snow  ? 
Chafe  that  frozen  form  beside  thee, 

And  together  both  shall  glow. 
Art  thou  stricken  in  life's  battle? 

Many  w^ounded  round  thee  moan; 
Lavish  on  their  w^ounds  thy  balsams, 

And  that  balm  shall  heal  thine  own. 

Is  the  heart  a  well  left  empty  ? 

None  but  God  its  void  can  fill; 
Nothing  but  a  ceaseless  Fountain 

Can  its  ceaseless  longings  still. 
Is  the  heart  a  living  power  ? 

Self-entwnned,  its  strength  sinks  low; 
It  can  only  live  in  loving, 

And  by  serving  love  w^ill  grow. 


THE  REFINING. 

—  Mal.  3:3.  — 

"T^IS  sweet  to  feel  that  he  who  tries 

J-      The  silver  takes  his  seat 
Beside  the  fire  that  purifies, 
Lest  too  intense  a  heat — 
Raised  to  consume  the  base  alloy — 
The  precious  metals,  too,  destroy. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

'Tis  good  to  think  how  well  he  knows 

The  silver's  power  to  bear 
The  ordeal  through  which  it  goes; 

And  that  with  skill  and  care 
He'll  take  it  from  the  fire  when  fit, 
With  his  own  hand  to  polish  it. 

'Tis  blessedness  to  know  that  he 

The  piece  he  has  begun 
Will  not  forsake  till  he  can  see — 

To  prove  the  work  well  done — 
His  image,  by  its  brightness  known, 
Reflecting  glory  like  his  own. 

But  ah  !  how  much  of  earthly  mould. 

Dark  relics  of  the  mine, 
Lost  from  the  ore,  must  he  behold — 

How  long  must  he  refine. 
Ere  in  the  silver  he  can  trace 
The  first  faint  semblance  of  his  face  ! 

Thou  great  Refiner !  sit  thou  by, 

Thy  promise  to  fulfill. 
Moved  by  thy  hand,  beneath  thine  eye. 

And  melted  at  thy  will, 
O  may  thy  work  forever  shine 
Reflecting  beauty  pure  as  thine 


THEY  needs  must  grope  who  cannot  see, 
The  blade  before  the  ear  must  be; 
As  ye  are  feeling  I  have  felt, 
And  where  ye  dwell  I  too  have  dwelt. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
RIGHT  THE  PATHWAY. 


LIGHT  after  darkness, 
Gain  after  loss, 
Strength  after  suffering, 

Crown  after  cross. 
Sweet  after  bitter, 
Song  after  sigh, 
Home  after  wandering. 
Praise  after  cry. 

Sheaves  after  sowing, 

Sun  after  rain, 
Sight  after  mystery. 

Peace  after  pain. 
Joy  after  sorrow, 

Cahii  after  blast. 
Rest  after  weariness, 

Sweet  rest  at  last. 

Near  after  distant. 

Gleam  after  gloom. 
Love  after  loneliness, 

Life  after  tomb. 
After  long  agony 

Rapture  of  bliss ! 
Right  was  the  pathway 

Leading  to  this  ! 


T  COUNT  not  his  the  happiest  life, 
J-     To  whom  the  fates  are  kind ; 
Who  wins,  but  wins  without  the  strife 
That  tests  the  noble  mind. 


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Poems  of  Dawn. 
FAULTLESS. 

JUDE   24. 

FAULTLESS  in  his  glory's  presence ! 
All  the  soul  within  me  stirred, 
All  my  heart  reached  up  to  heaven 
At  the  wonder  of  that  word. 

Able  to  present  me  faultless  ? 

Lord,  forgive  my  doubt,  I  cried; 
Thou  didst  once,  to  loving  doubt,  show 

Hands  and  feet  and  riven  side. 

O  !  for  me  build  up  some  ladder. 

Bright  wnth  golden  round  on  round. 

That  my  hope  this  thought  may  compass, 
Reaching  faith's  high  vantage-ground  ! 

Praying  thus,  behold,  my  ladder, 

Reaching  unto  perfect  day. 
Grew"  from  out  a  simple  story 

Dropped  by  some  one  in  the  way. 

Once  a  queen — so  ran  the  story — 
Seeking  far  for  something  new. 

Found  it  in  a  mill,  where,  strangely. 
Naught  but  rags  repaid  her  view — 

Rags  from  out  the  very  gutters, 
Rags  of  every  shape  and  hue; — 

While  the  squalid  children,  picking, 
Seemed  but  rags  from  hair  to  shoe. 


Poems  of  Daw?i. 

What  then,  rang  her  eager  question, 
Can  you  do  with  things  so  vile? 

Mould  them  into  perfect  whiteness, 
Said  the  master  w^ith  a  smile. 

Whiteness  ?  quoth  the  queen,  half  doubting; 

But  these  reddest,  crimson  dyes — 
Surely  nought  can  ever  whiten 

These  to  fitness  to  your  eyes? 

Yes,  he  said,  though  these  are  colors 

Hardesj;  to  remove  of  all. 
Still  I  have  the  power  to  make  them 

Like  the  snowflake  in  its  fall. 

Through  my  heart  the  words  so  simple 
Throbbed  w^ith  echo  in  and  out: 

Crimson — scarlet — white  as  snow-flake — 
Can  this  man?  and  can  God  not? 

Now^  upon  a  day  thereafter, 

(Thus  the  tale  went  on  at  will,) 

To  the  queen  there  came  a  present 
From  the  master  at  the  mill. 

Fold  on  fold  of  fairest  texture 

Lay  the  paper,  purest  white; 
On  each  sheet  there  gleamed  the  letters 

Of  her  name  in  golden  light. 

Precious  lesson,  wrote  the  master, 

Hath  my  mill  thus  given  me. 
Showing  how  our  Christ  can  gather 

Vilest  hearts  from  land  or  sea ; 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

In  some  heavenly  alembic, 

Snowy  white  from  crimson  bring; 
Stamp  his  name  on  each,  and  bear  them 

To  the  palace  of  the  King. 


O  what  wondrous  visions  wrapped  me 
Heaven's  gates  seemed  opened  wide. 

Even  I  stood  clear  and  faultless, 
By  my  dear  Redeemer's  side. 

Faultless  in  his  glory's  presence  ! 

Faultless  in  that  dazzling  light ! 
Christ's  own  love,  majestic,  tender, 

Made  my  crimson  snowy  white  ! 


THE  BRIDE  OF  THE  LAMB. 


IN  the  world  despised,  neglected, 
Deemed  its  refuse  and  its  dross, 
She  whose  Lord  the  earth  rejected 
Shares  his  sorrow,  bears  his  cross. 

By  the  Dragon's  fury  driven, 
Nourished  in  the  desert  drear. 

Rocks  and  caves  and  stars  of  heaven 
All  her  lonely  sighings  hear. 

In  the  worldlings'  gay  carousal, 
How  her  bridal  hope  they  spurn  ! 

Where's  the  vow  of  his  espousal, 
Where  the  pledge  of  his  return? 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

Yet,  in  all  the  gloomy  midnight, 
Sang  her  heart  its  virgin  lay; 

Watching,  waiting,  till  the  daylight, 
Till  the  shadows  flee  aw^ay. 

From  the  wilderness  returning, 
Who  is  she  with  radiant  face, 

In  the  early  dawn  of  morning. 
Coming  to  her  rightful  place  ? 

'Tis  the  Bride — the  Lord's  espoused, 
Leaning  on  the  Bridegroom's  arm; 

Shafts  of  error,  words  of  malice, 
Now  are  vain  to  do  her  harm. 

Come  up  hither !  I  will  show  thee 
The  Lamb's  wife  enthroned  in  light, 

Sharing  all  his  kingly  glory, 

Clothed  with  majesty  and  might. 


WAITING  AND  WATCHING. 


WAITING  and  watching  the  livelong  day, 
Lifting  the  voice  of  her  heart  to  pray; 
She  stands  in  her  sorrow  the  bride  and  queen, 
Counting  the  hours  that  lie  between. 

Lone  as  a  dove,  on  a  storm-swept  sea, 
Teaching  her  heart  hope's  minstrelsy; 
With  a  cheerful  note,  though  a  weary  wing. 
She  learns  o'er  sorrow  to  soar  and  sing. 

Abroad  through  the  earth  is  a  sound  of  war, 
Distress  among  nations,  wide  and  far; 

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And  the  failing  of  strong  men's  hearts  for  fear 
Of  the  dreadful  things  that  are  drawing  near. 

Famine  and  pestilence  stalk  abroad; 
Scoffers  are  slighting  the  Word  of  God; 
And  the  love  of  many  is  waxing  cold; 
Dimmed  is  the  sheen  of  the  once  fine  gold. 

But  she  stands  in  her  safety,  the  bride  and  queen, 
Leaning  as  only  the  loved  can  lean 
On  the  heart  that  broke  in  its  love  for  her, 
When  bearins:  the  burden  she  could  not  bear. 


THE  CHURCH  OF  GOD. 


ZION,  arise,  break  forth  in  songs 
Of  everlasting  joy; 
To  God  eternal  praise  belongs, 

Who  doth  thy  foes  destroy. 
Thou  Church  of  God,  awake  !  awake  ! 

For  light  beams  from  on  high; 
From  earth  and  dust  thy  garments  shake, 
Thy  glory's  drawing  nigh. 

To  raise  thee  high  above  the  earth, 

God  will  his  power  employ: 
He'll  turn  thy  mourning  into  mirth, 

Thy  sorrow  into  joy. 
In  shining  robes  thyself  array, 

Put  on  thy  garments  pure; 
Thy  King  shall  lead  thee  in  the  way 

That's  holy,  safe  and  sure. 

In  thee   the  Lord  shall  place  his  name, 
And  make  thee  his  delight, 

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Poems  of  baivn. 

And  place  on  thee  a  diadem, 

Divinely  fair  and  bright; 
And  thou  shalt  be  the  dwelling  place 

Of  him  that  reigns  above. 
Yea,  thou  shalt  be  adorn'd  with  grace 

And  everlasting  love. 

The  joy  of  nations  thou  shalt  be, 

A  bright  and  shining  light; 
For  God  is  in  the  midst  of  thee, 

To  keep  thee  day  and  night. 
He'll  bring  thy  wandering  children  home. 

And  gather  those  without; 
And  with  a  wall  of  jasper  stone 

Will  guard  thee  round  about. 

Arise,  O  Zion,  praise  thy  King, 

And  make  his  name  thy  trust; 
With  joy  and  triumph  loudly  sing; 

For  he  is  true  and  just. 
O  Zion,  sing  wnth  tuneful  voice 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
In  his  almighty  power  rejoice 

Throughout  eternal  days. 


A  LITTLE  WHILE. 

—  Rev.  22  :  20. — 

QUICKLY,  beloved  !  I  know  thy  heart  is  beating 
With  deep  emotions  to  behold  my  face. 
But  for  a  while   wilt  thou  not  spread  the  tidings 
Of  the  sweet  message  of  my  love  and  grace  .f* 

Fear  not,  beloved  !  mine  eye  is  ever  watching; 
Thy  tears  are  numbered  in  my  deep,  deep  love; 

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Poems  of  Daivn. 

Thy  weary  sighs,  and  all  thy  heart's  deep  yearn- 
ings, 
Are  registered  by  me  in  heaven  above. 

Trust,  trust,  beloved  I   I  know   the  world  frowns 
coldly. 
But  this  should  only  drive  thee  nearer  me. 
Earth's    broken    links    make    heaven's     affection 
stronger. 
The  cross  will   make   the   crown   more  bright 
for  thee. 

Look  up,  beloved  !  tread  firmly  on  the  billows  ! 

Thou  canst  not  sink  beneath  life's  troubled  sea. 
Look  up  !  then  shalt  thou  learn  the  needful  lesson 

How  my  own  hand  hath  planned  thy  path  for 
thee. 

Rest,  rest,  beloved,  thine  head  upon  my  bosom; 

Lean  on  my  arm,  and  tell  thy  griefs  to  me. 
My  heart  is  thine  in  all  the  full  perfection 

Of  sympathy  none  else  could  give  to  thee. 

Weep  not,  beloved,    because  thou  yet  must  tarry; 

Wilt  thou  not  serve  me  heart  and  hand  mean- 
while ? 
Some  hearts  around  thee  pine  in  lonely  sorrow; 

Couldst  thou  not  give  one  kindly  look  or  smile  ? 

Go  forth,  beloved!  life's  ministry  is  earnest; 
Crushed  hearts  throng  round  thee,  in  thy  path 
below ; 

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Fond  hopes  once  cherished,  now  by    death    are 

blighted;  i 

Knowest  thou  not  a  bahn  to  sooth  their  woe  ?  \ 


Yes,  yes,  beloved  !  I  read  thy  heart's  glad  answer; 

Yes,  thou  wilt  do  this  work  of  love  for  me. 
A  little  while,  and  earth's  sad   scenes  of  sorrow 

Shall  change  to  glory  bright — prepared  by  me. 

Then,  then,  beloved  !  heaven's  songs  of  joy  awak- 
ing, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  thou  shalt  raise; 
Then  shalt  thou  gaze  upon  my  face,  and  ever. 
Knowing  as  known,  pour  forth  thine  endless 
praise. 


WHY  SHOULD  I  FEAR? 


Tl^HENE'ER  the  storms  come  down  on  thee, 
VV      And  days  of  peace  all  seem  to  flee; 
This  thought  thy  peace  again  shall  bring. 
Why  should  I  fear? — the  Lord  is  King. 

E'en  when  the  tempest  rages  high. 
And  darkest  clouds  are  drawing  nigh, 
With  hands  of  faith  to  this,  O  !  cling, — 
Why  should  I  fear? — the  Lord  is  King. 

Amid  the  stormy  waves  of  life. 
Above  the  tumult  and  the  strife, 
The  chimes  of  hope  still  sweetly  ring,— 
Be  not  afraid — the  Lord  is  King. 

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Poems  of  Daivn. 

Thy  ship  is  toss'd  by  wind  and  wave, 
But  there  is  one  whose  power  can  save; 
Across  the  sea  he  hastes  to  bring 
Both  rest  and  peace, — the  Lord  is  King. 

Yes,  Jesus  walks  upon  the  sea. 
And  in  the  storm  he  comes  to  thee; 
Then  trust  in  him,  rejoice  and  sing; 
He  cahns  the  waves, — the  Lord  is  King. 

He  stretches  out  his  hand  to  thee. 
And  from  thy  fears  he  sets  thee  free; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wing 
He  keeps  thee  safe, — the  Lord  is  King. 


SUMMER  DAYS  TO  COME. 


BLAND  as  the  morning  breath  of  June 
The  south-west  breezes  play; 
And  through  its  haze,  the  winter  noon 

Seems  warm  as  summer  day. 
The  snow -plumed  angel  of  the  north 

Has  dropped  his  icy  spear; 
Again  the  mossy  earth  looks  forth, 
Again  the  streams  gush  clear. 

The  fox  his  hillside  cell  forsakes. 

The  muskrat  leaves  his  nook. 
The  blue  bird  in  the  meadow  brakes 
Is  singing  with  the  brook: 
"  Bear  up,  O  Mother  Nature  !  "  cry 
Bird,  breeze,  and  streamlet  free, 
'•  Our  winter  voices  prophesy 
Of  summer  days  to  thee !" 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

So,  in  those  winters  of  the  soul, 

By  bitter  blasts  and  drear 
O'erswept  from  memory's  frozen  pole. 

Will  sunny  days  appear. 
Reviving  hope  and  faith,  they  show 

The  soul  its  living  powers. 
And  how  beneath  the  winter's  snow 

Lie  germs  of  summer  flowers. 

The  night  is  mother  of  the  day, 

The  winter  of  the  spring, 
And  ever  upon  old  decay 

The  greenest  mosses  cling. 
Behind  the  cloud  the  starlight  lurks. 

Through  showers  the  sunbeams  fall; 
For  God,  who  loveth  all  his  works, 

Has  left  his  hope  with  all. 


COUNT  YOUR  BLESSINGS. 

DO  not  count,  when  day  is  o'er. 
Daily  loss  from  life's  rich  store; 
But  the  gains,  however  small. 
Count  them  daily,  one  and  all: 

Every  sweet  and  gracious  word. 
Every  pleasant  truth  you've  heard; 
Every  tender  glance  and  tone. 
Every  kindly  deed  you've  known; 

Every  duty  nobly  done, 
Every  rightful  victory  won — 
Treasure  all,  and  count  them  o'er 
As  a  miser  counts  his  store. 
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Poems  of  Dawn, 

But  if  bitter  word  or  thought 
Have  a  bitter  harvest  brought; 
If  some  foeman  hath  assailed  you, 
Or  the  friend  most  trusted  failed  you; 

If  unkindness  and  untruth 
Have  to  you  brought  saddest  ruth, 
Blot  the  score  without  delay — 
Keep  no  record  of  the  day. 

Keep  no  record  of  the  care. 
Loss  and  cross  we  must  all  bear; 
On  the  page  of  memory  write 
Only  what  is  fair  and  bright. 

Let  all  evil  things  go  by; 

Still,  with  brave  endeavor,  try 

Simple  joys  to  multiply. 

Thus  you'll  learn  how  large  a  sum 

Will  with  faithful  reckoning  come. 

Long  as  after  cloud  and  rain 
Blessed  sunshine  comes  again, 
Long  as  after  winter's  gloom 
Summer  roses  bud  and  bloom, 

Long  as  we  have  wath  us  here 
One  sad  heart  that  w^e  may  cheer. 
Long  as  love  gilds  sorrow's  cross, 
Life's  rich  gain  o'erpays  the  loss. 


THOUGH  blinded  faith  can  never  save. 
For  God  accepts  those  who  believe; 
Yet  reverence,  howsoe'er  it  strays. 
Shall  find  at  last  the  shining  w^ays. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 
BRINGING  HOME  THE  FLOCK. 


Through  pastures  fair, 
And  sea-girt  paths  all  wild  with  rock  and  foam, 
O'er  velvet  sward,  and  desert  stern  and  bare, 

The  flock  comes  home. 

A  w^eary  way, 
Now  smooth,  then  rugged  with  a  thousand  snares; 
Now  dim  wnth  rain,  then  sweet  with  blossoms  gay, 

And  summer  airs. 

Yet,  safe  at  last. 
Within  the  fold  they  gather,  and  are  still; 
Sheltered  from  driving  shower  and  stormy  blast, 

They  fear  no  ill. 

Through  life's  dark  ways, 
Through  flow^ery  paths  where  evil  angels  roam, 
Through  restless  nights,  and  long,  heart-wasting 

Christ's  flock  comes  home.  [days, 

Safe  to  the  fold. 
The  blessed  fold,  where  fears  are  never  known, 
Love-guarded,  fenced  about  with  walls  of  gold, 

He  leads  his  own. 

O  Shepherd  King, 
With  loving  hands,  whose  lightest  touch  is  blest ! 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,   thine  the  power,  to  bring 

Thy  flock  to  rest ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
PUT  ON  THY  BEAUTIFUL  ROBES. 


PUT  on  thy  beautiful  robes,  Bride  of  Christ, 
For  the  King  shall  embrace  thee  to-day; 
Break     forth     into     singing;     the     morning     has 
dawned, 
And  the  shadows  of  night  flee  away. 

Shake  oft^  the  dust  from  thy  feet.  Bride  of  Christ; 

For  the  Conqueror,  girded  with  might. 
Shall  vanquish  the  foe,  the  dragon  cast  down 

And  the  cohorts  of  death  put  to  flight. 

Thou  art  the  Bride  of  his  love,  his  elect; 

Dry  thy  tears,  for  thy  sorrows  are  past; 
Lone  were  the  hours  when  thy  Lord  was  away, 

But  he  comes  w^ith  the  morning  at  last. 

The  winds  bear  the  noise  of  his  chariot-wheels, 

And  the  thunders  of  victory  roar: 
Lift  up  thy  beautiful  gates.  Bride  of  Christ, 

For  the  grave  holds  dominion  no  more. 

Once  they  arrayed  him  with  scorning;  but  see  ! 

His  apparel  is  glorious  now^: 
In  his  hand  are  the  keys  of  death  and  the  grave. 

And  the  diadem  gleams  on  his  brow. 

Hark  !  'tis  her  voice:     Alleluia  she  sings, 

Alleluia  !  the  captives  go  free  ! 
Unfolded  the  gates  of  Paradise  stand. 

And  unfolded  forever  shall  be. 

Choir  answers  choir,  w^here  the  song  has  no  end; 
All  the  saints  raise  hosannas  on  high; 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Deep  calls  unto  deep  in  the  ocean  of  love, 
And  the  song  takes  the  place  of  the  sigh. 


ASCEND,  BELOVED. 


A  SCEND,  beloved,  to  his  joy; 
^     Thy  festal  day  has  come; 
To-night  the  Lamb  doth  feast  his  own, 
To-night  he  with  his  bride  sits  down, 
To-night  puts  on  the  spousal  crown, 
In  the  great  upper  room. 

Ascend,  beloved,  to  thy  Love; 

This  is  the  day  of  days; 
To-night  the  bridal  song  is  sung, 
To-night  ten  thousand  harps  are  strung. 
In  sympathy  with  heart  and  tongue, 

Unto  the  Lamb's  high  praise. 

The  festal  lamps  are  lighting  now, 

In  the  great  marriage  hall; 
By  angel  bands  the  board  is  spread. 
By  angel  hands  the  sacred  bread 
Is  on  the  golden  table  laid; 

The  King  his  own  doth  call. 

Long,  long  deferred,  now  comes  at  last. 

The  Lamb's  glad  wedding  day; 
The  guests  are  gathering  at  the  feast, 
The  seats  in  heavenly  order  placed, 
The  royal  throne  above  the  rest — 
How  bright  the  whole  array ! 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Sorrow  and  sighing  are  no  more; 

The  weeping  hours  are  past; 
To-night  the  waiting  will  be  done, 
To-night  the  wedding  robe  is  on; 
The  glory  and  the  joy  begun, 

The  hour  has  come  at  last. 

Within  the  hall  is  heav'nly  light; 

Around,  above,  is  love; 
We  enter  to  go  out  no  more; 
We  raise  the  song  unsung  before; 
We  doff  the  sackcloth  that  we  wore, 

For  all  is  joy  and  love. 

Ascend,  beloved,  share  his  life; 

Our  days  of  death  are  o'er; 
Mortality  has  done  its  worst, 
The  fetters  of  the  tomb  are  burst, 
The  last  has  now  become  the  first, 

Forever,  evermore. 

Ascend,  beloved,  to  the  feast. 

Make  haste,  the  day  has  come; 
Thrice  blest  are  they  the  Lamb  doth  call 
To  share  the  heavenly  festival 
In  the  new  Salem's  palace  hall, 
Our  everlasting  home. 


LIGHT  AHEAD. 


E'EN  through  harsh  noises  of  our  day, 
A  low,  sweet  prelude  finds  its  way; 
Through  clouds  of  doubts  and  creeds  of  fear, 
A  light  is  breaking  calm  and  clear. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
Wi  SONG. 


SO  long  have  I  dreamed  of  the  beautiful  goal, 
That  a  touch  of  its  sunshine  has  lit  up  my 
soul; 
Its  chords  are  all  thrilling  with  music  divine, 
And  its  song  is  forever,  "Dear  Jesus  is  mine!" 

The  bird,  when  the  tempest  is  raging  with  power, 
Flies  in  haste  to  her  snug  little  nest  in  the  bower; 
Thus  safe  'neath  his  wing  I  can  sweetly  recline, 
And  sing  on  forever  "Dear  Jesus  is  mine  !" 

When  beautiful  Eden  aw^akes  from  the  fires, 
And  the  conflict  of  ages  of  sorrow  expires; 
In  the  great  restitution   and  glory  divine, 
I'll  still  sing  in  Paradise,  "Jesus  is  mine!" 


THE  NOMINAL  CHURCH. 


THE  Church  and  the  World  walked  far  apart 
On  the  changing  shores  of  time; 
The  World  was  singing  a  giddy  song, 

And  the  Church  a  hymn  sublime. 
"  Come,  give  me  your  hand,"  said  the  merry  World, 
"And  w^alk  with  me  this  way;" 
But  the  good  Church  hid  her  snowy  hands 

And  solemnly  answ^ered  "  Nay, 
I  will  not  give  you  my  hand  at  all, 

And  I  will  not  walk  with  you; 
Your  way  is  the  way  that  leads  to  death; 
To  my  Lord  I  must  be  true." 
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Poems  of  Daivn. 

"Nay,  walk  with  me  but  a  little  space," 

Said  the  World  with  a  kindly  air; 
"  The  road  I  walk  is  a  pleasant  road, 

And  the  sun  shines  always  there; 
Your  path  is  thorny  and  rough  and  rude, 

But  mine  is  broad  and  plain; 
My  way  is  paved  with  flowers  and  dews, 

And  yours  with  tears  and  pain; 
The  sky  to  me  is  always  blue, 

No  want,  no  toil  I  know; 
The  sky  above  you  is  always  dark, 

Your  lot  is  a  lot  of  w^oe; 
The  way  you  walk  is  a  narrow  way, 

But  mine  is  amply  wide; 
There's  room  enough  for  you  and  me 

To  travel  side  by  side.*' 

Half  shyly  the  Church  approached  the  World 

And  gave  him  her  hand  of  snows 
And  the  old  World  clasped  it  and  walked  along. 

Saying  in  accents  low, 
"  Your  dress  is  too  simple  to  please  my  taste; 

I  will  give  you  pearls  to  w^ear. 
Rich  velvets  and  silks  for  your  graceful  form, 

And  diamonds  to  deck  your  hair." 
The  Church  looked  dow^nat  her  plain  white  robes 

And  then  at  the  dazzling  W^orld, 
And  blushed  as  she  saw"  his  handsome  lip 

With  a  smile  contemptuous  curled. 
"  I  will  change  my  dress  for  a  costlier  one," 

Said  the  Church  with  a  smile  of  grace; 
Then  her  pure,  white  garments  drifted  away, 

And  the  World  gave,  in  their  place, 

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Beautiful  satins  and  shining  silks, 

Roses  and  gems  and  pearls; 
While  over  her  forehead  her  bright  hair  fell 

Crimped  in  a  thousand  curls. 

"  Your  house   is  too   plain,"  said  the  proud  old 
World, 

"I'll  build  you  one  like  mine; 
Carpets  of  Brussels  and  curtains  of  lace, 

And  furniture  ever  so  fine." 
So  he  built  her  a  costly  and  beautiful  house; 

Most  splendid  it  vs^as  to  behold; 
Her  sons  and  her  beautiful  daughters  dwelt  there 

Gleaming  in  purple  and  gold; 
Rich  fairs  and  shows  in  the  halls  were  held, 

And  the  World  and  his  children  were  there. 
Laughter  and  music  and  feasting  were  heard 

In  the  place  that  was  meant  for  prayer. 
There  were  cushioned  pews  for  the  rich  and  gay, 

To  sit  in  their  pomp  and  pride; 
While  the  poor,  who  were  clad  in  shabby  array, 

But  seldom  came  inside. 

"  You  give  too  much  to  the  poor,"  said  the  World, 

"  Far  more  than  you  ought  to  do; 
If  they  are  in  need  of  shelter  and  food, 

Why  need  it  trouble  you  t 
Go,  take  your  money  and  buy  rich  robes, 

Buy  horses  and  carriages  fine, 
Buy  pearls  and  jewels  and  dainty  food  ; 

Buy  the  rarest  and  costliest  wine  ; 
My  children  dote  on  all  these  things. 

And  if  you  their  love  would  win, 

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You  must  do  as  they  do,  and  walk  in  the  ways 
That  they  are  walking  in." 

Then  the  Church  held  fast  the  strings  of  her  purse, 

And  modestly  lowered  her  head, 
And  simpered,  "No  doubt  you  are  right,  sir; 

Henceforth  I  w^ill  do  as  you've  said." 
Then  the  sons  of  the  World  and  the  sons  of  the 
Church 

Walked  closely,  hand  and  heart, 
And  only  the  Master,  who  knoweth  all. 

Could  tell  the  two  apart. 

Then  the  Church  sat  down  at  her  ease  and  said, 
*'I  am  rich  and  my  goods  are  increased; 
I  have  need  of  nothing,  or  aught  to  do, 
But  to  laugh,  and  dance,  and  feast." 
The  sly  World  heard,  and  he  laughed  in  his  sleeve, 

And  mocking  said  aside — 
'The  Church  is  fallen,  the  beautiful  Church, 
And  her  shame  is  her  boast  and  pride." 

The  angel  drew  near  to  the  mercy-seat. 

And  whispered  in  sighs  her  name, 
Then  the  loud  anthems  of  rapture  were  hushed. 

And  heads  w^ere  covered  with  shame. 
And  a  voice  was  heard  at  last  by  the  Church 

From  Him  who  sat  on  the  Throne, 
'  I  know  thy  works,  and  how  thou  hast  said, 

'I  am  rich;'  and  hast  not  known 
That  thou  art  naked,  poor  and  blind, 

And  wretched  before  my  face; 
Therefore,  from  my  presence,  I  cast  thee  out, 

And  blot  thy  name  from  its  place." 

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HOW  READEST  THOU? 

—  Luke  lo  :  i6. — 

"T^IS  one  thing  now  to  read  the  Bible  through, 

J-      Another  thing  to  read,  to  learn  and  do  ; 
'Tis  one  thing  now  to  read  it  with  delight, 
And  quite  another  thing  to  read  it  right. 

Some  read  it  with  design  to  learn  to  read, 
But  to  the  subject  pay  but  little  heed  ; 
Some  read  it  as  their  duty  once  a  week, 
But  no  instruction  from  the  Bible  seek; 

Whilst  others  read  it  without  common  care, 
With  no  regard  to  how  they  read  nor  where. 
Some  read  it  as  a  history,  to  know 
How  people  lived  three  thousand  years  ago. 

Some  read  to  bring  unto  themselves  repute. 
By  showing  others  how  they  can  dispute ; 
Whilst  others  read  because  their  neighbors  do. 
To  see  how  long  'twill  take  to  read  it  through. 

Some  read  it  for  the  wonders  that  are  there. 
How  David  killed  a  lion  and  a  bear ; 
Whilst  others  read — or  rather  in  it  look — 
Because,  perhaps,  they  have  no  other  book. 

Some   read  the  blessed  Book — they  don't  know 

why, 
It  somehow  happens  in  the  way  to  lie  ; 
Whilst  others  read  it  with  uncommon  care. 
But  all  to  find  some  contradictions  there. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

One  reads  with  father's  specs  upon  his  head, 
And  sees  the  thing  just  as  his  father  did  ; 
Another  reads  through  Campbell  or  through  Scott, 
And  thinks  it  means  exactly  what  they  thought. 

Some  read  to  prove  a  pre-adopted  creed. 
Thus  understand  but  little  what  they  read ; 
And  every  passage  in  the  book  they  bend 
To  make  it  suit  that  all-important  end. 
Some  people  read,  as  I  have  often  thought, 
To  teach  the  Book,  instead  of  to  be  taught. 


HOW  WE  LEARN. 


GREAT   truths  are  dearly  bought.     The  com- 
mon truth, 
Such  as  men  give  and  take  from  day  to  day. 
Comes  in  the  common  w^alk  of  easy  life, 

Blown  by  the  careless  wind  across  our  way. 

Great  truths  are  dearly  w^on  ;  not  found  by  chance. 
Nor  wafted  on  the  breath  of  summer  dream  ; 

But  grasped  in  the  great  struggle  of  the  soul, 
Hard  buffeting  wuth  adverse  wind  and  stream. 

Sometimes,  'mid  conflict,  turmoil,  fear  and   grief. 
When  the  strong    hand  of  God,  put  forth   in 
might, 

Ploughs  up  the  subsoil  of  the  stagnant  heart. 
It  brings  some  buried  truth-seeds  to  the  light. 

Not  in  the  general  mart,  'mid  corn  and  wine  ; 

Not  in  the  merchandise  of  gold  and  gems  ; 
Not  in  the  world's  gay  hall  of  midnight  mirth. 

Nor  'mid  the  blaze  of  regal  diadems; 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Not  in  the  general  clash  of  human  creeds, 

Nor  in  the  merchandise  'twixt  church  and  world, 

Is  truth's  fair  treasure  found,  'mongst  tares  and 
weeds; 
Nor  her  fair  banner  in  their  midst  unfurled. 

Truth  springs  like  harvest  from  the  well-ploughed 
fields. 

Rewarding  patient  toil,  and  faith,  and  zeal. 
To  those  thus  seeking  her,  she  ever  yields 

Her  richest  treasures  for  their  lasting  weal. 


HYMN  OF  THE  WALDENSES. 


HEAR,  Father,  hear  thy  faint,  afflicted  flock 
Cry  to  thee  from  the  desert  and  the  rock, 
While  those  who  seek  to  slay  thy  children  hold 
Blasphemous  worship  under  roofs  of  gold  ; 
And  the  broad,  goodly  lands  with  pleasant  airs 
That  nurse  the  grape  and  wave  the  grain,  are  theirs. 

Yet  better  were  this  mountain  wilderness. 
And  this  wild  life  of  danger  and  distress — 
Watchings  by  night,  and  perilous  flight  by  day. 
And  meetings  in  the  depths  of  earth  to  pray — 
Better,  far  better  than  to  kneel  with  them. 
And  pray  the  impious  rite  thy  laws  condemn. 

Thou,  Lord,  dost  hold  the  thunder ;  the  firm  land 
Tosses  in  billows  when  it  feels  thy  hand. 
Thou  dashest  nation  against  nation,  then 
Stillest  the  angry  world  to  peace  again. 
O  touch  their  stony  hearts  who   hunt  thy  sons — 
The  murderers  of  our  wives  and  little  ones. 

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Yet,  mighty  God,  yet  shall  thy  frown  look  forth 
Unveiled,  and  terribly  shall  shake  the  earth ; 
Then  the  foul  power  of  priestly  sin  and  all 
Its  long-upheld  idolatries  shall  fall. 
Thou  shalt  raise  up  the  trampled  and   opprest. 
And  thv  delivered  saints  shall  dwell  in  rest. 


THE  MINISTER'S  DAUGHTER. 


IN  the  minister's  morning  sermon, 
He  told  of  the  primal  fall, 
And  how  henceforth  the  wrath  of  God 
Rested  on  each  and  all. 

And  how,  of  his  will  and  pleasure, 
All  souls,  save  a  chosen  few, 

Were  doomed  to  eternal  torture, 
And  held  in  the  way  thereto. 

Yet  never,  by  faith's  unreason, 

A  saintlier  soul  was  tried, 
And  never  the  harsh  old  lesson 

A  tenderer  heart  belied. 

And  after  the  painful  service. 

On  that  pleasant,  bright  First  day, 

He  walked  with  his  little  daughter 
Through  the  apple  bloom  of  May. 

Sweet  in  the  fresh  green  meadow 
Sparrow  and  blackbird  sung  ; 

Above  him  its  tinted  petals 
The  blossoming  orchard  hung. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Around,  on  the  wonderful  glory, 
The  minister  looked  and  smiled: 

"How  good  is  the  Lord,  who  gives  us 
These  gifts  from  his  hand,  my  child. 

"Behold  in  the  bloom  of  apples. 
And  the  violets  in  the  sward, 

A  hint  of  the  old,  lost  beauty 
Of  the  Garden  of  the  Lord," 

Then  upspake  the  little  maiden, 
Treading  on  snow  and  pink, 

"O  father  !  these  pretty  blossoms 
Are  very  wicked,  I  think. 

"Had  there  been  no  Garden  of  Eden, 
There  had  never  been  a  fall. 

And  if  never  a  tree  had  blossomed, 
God  would  have  loved  us  all." 

"Hush,  child  !"  the  father  answered, 

"By  his  decree  man  fell ; 
His  ways  are  in  clouds  and  darkness, 

But  he  doeth  all  things  w^ell. 

"And  whether  by  his  ordaining 

To  us  Cometh  good  or  ill, 
Joy  or  pain,  or  light  or  shadow. 

We  must  fear  and  love  him  still." 

"O,  I  fear  Him  !"  said  the  daughter, 
"And  I  try  to  love  him  too  ; 

But  I  wish  he  were  kind  and  gentle, 
Kind  and  loving  as  you." 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

The  minister  groaned  in  spirit, 
As  the  tremulous  lips  of  pain, 

And  wide,  wet  eyes  uplifted, 
Qiiestioned  his  own  in  vain. 

Bowing  his  head  he  pondered 
The  words  of  his  little  one. 

Had  he  erred  in  his  life-long  teachings, 
Had  he  wrong  to  his  Master  done? 

To  what  grim  and  dreadful  idol 
Had  he  lent  the  holiest  name.^ 

Did  his  own  heart,  loving  and  human, 
The  God  of  his  worship  shame.'' 

And  lo  !  from  the  bloom  and  greenness, 
From  the  tender  skies  above, 

And  the  face  of  his  little  daughter, 
He  read  a  lesson  of  love. 

No  more  as  the  cloudy  terror 

Of  Sinai's  mount  of  law^. 
But  as  Christ  in  the  Syrian  lilies, 

The  vision  of  God  he  saw. 

And  as  when,  in  the  clefts  of  Horeb, 
Of  old  was  his  presence  known, 

The  dread,  ineffable  glory 
Was  infinite  goodness  alone. 

Thereafter  his  hearers  noted 

In  his  prayers  a  tenderer  strain, 

And  never  the  message  of  hatred 
Burned  on  his  lips  again. 


Poe7ns  of  Dawn. 

And  the  scoffing  tongue  was  prayerful, 
And  the  blinded  eyes  found  sight, 

And  hearts  as  flint  aforetime 

Grew  soft  in  his  warmth  and  light. 


FROM  DARKNESS  TO  LIGHT. 


A    PASTOR  watched  the  death-bed  of  a  dying 
■^     darling  boy, 
And  tried  to  cheat  his  mem'ry  with  curious  costly     j 

But  thinking  'twas  a  duty,  he  spoke  in  whispered     i 

breath, 
And  told  the  vSunday  scholar  how  very  near  was 

death. 
He  put  a  pastor's  question,  with  Bible  in  his  hand, 
But  one  not  there  recorded,  about  some  far-oft^land  ; 
He  pictured  fancied  glories  before  the  glazing  eye, 
And  asked  with  pious  fervor,   "Now  don't  you 

wish  to  die?" 

The  boy  looked  t'ward  the  window,  and  saw  the 
hills  he'd  climbed; 

He  heard  the  church-bell  chiming,  and  started  as 
it  chimed  ! 

He  saw  a  weeping  mother,  and  heard  a  deep- 
drawn  sigh. 

And  said  with  boyish  candor,  "I  do  not  wish  to 
die." 

The  pastor  heard  the  answer  his  truthful  nature 
gave, 

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Poevis  of  Dawn. 

And  mused,  "There  must  be  something  repulsive 

in  the  grave: 
Our  proper  nature  shuns  it — but  why,  why  should 

this  be 
If   death's  the  gate    to  glory?     How  comes  the 

mystery  ? 

"We've  taught  our  Sunday  scholars,  the  moment 

that  they  die, 
rhey  go  to  be  more  happy  with  angels  in  the  sky  ; 
It  seems  they  don't  believe  us,  although  they  think 

they  do ! 
But   whose   the    fault ! — their  nature's — or  is  our 

doctrine  true?" 
The  pastor  checked   his    doubtings,  and   further 

went  his  round. 
To  seek  the  sick  and  needy,  who  always  may  be 

found. 
A  sense  of   dutv  nerved  him  to  risk  infection's 

blight, 
And  soon  he  found  before  him  a  wretched  wom- 
an's plight. 

Relieving  wants  first  pressing,  he  spoke  next  of 
hei  soul. 

And  begged  her  to  consider  what  possibly  its  goal  ; 

In  hope  to  force  repentance,  he  touched  the  sin- 
ner's doom, 

And  hinted  pain  eternal  beyond  the  yawning  tomb. 

With  dismal  eyes  uplifted,  she  cried,  with  pierc- 
ing look^ 

'*I've  borne  too  much  already  to  think  that  ^s  in 
the  Book!" 

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Poe7Hs  of  Dawn. 

Then,    with  a    piteous    effort,    she    asked,     with 

searching  stare, 
"Would  you.,  kind  sir,  requite  me  with  endless 

torment  there?" 

The  pastor  gave  no  answer,  for  pity  filled  his  breast. 
To  see  a  soul  so  wretched,  and  he  himself  so  blest: 
He  felt  he  could  not  doom  her  to  endless  pain  and 

woe — 
And  he  feared  the  just  reflection — so  turned  away 

to  go. 

"Is  mortal  man  more  just,  then,  or  does  he  pity 

more. 
Than  He  whom  men  and  angels,  as  God  of  love, 

adore  ? 
I    cannot,    should    not    think    it — there's    deeper 

mystery  here — 
O  Lord  !    mine  eyes  now  open,  these  mists  and 

doubtings  clear." 

So  thinking,  doubting,  praying,  he  slowly  went 

his  way. 
To  ponder  o'er  the  lessons  and  visits  of  the  day. 
A  sufferers  casual  question,  "  Is  that,  sir,  in  the 

Book?" 
Had  started  new  reflections,  deciding  him  to  look. 

Next  day,  by  note  invited,  the  pastor  went  to  see 
A  brother  by  profession,  long  in  the  ministry, 
Who  wanted  "duty"  taken  because  of  taking  cold. 
And  "feared  there  might  be  danger.,  as  he  was 
growing  old !"    . 

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\ 

Well,  now,  thought  he,  the  riddle  will  quickly  he 

resolved; 
In  part,  or  altogether,  my  doubtings  be  dissolved; 
An  aged,  weary  pilgrim,  professional  man  of  God, 
Will  long  to  be  with  Jesus,  nor  fear  the  cold  green 

sod. 

He  found  the  "pilgrim"  seated  in  richly  cushioned 

chair. 
Not  seeming  quite  so  ill,  he  thought,  but  with  an 

anxious  air; 
The  business  first  was  settled, — the  parish  news 

next  told, — 
Till,  etiquette  ignoring,  the  visitor  grew  bold. 

He  asked,  was  it  not  cheering,  for  one  whose  hairs 

were  hoar, 
To  stand  so  near  the  gateway  of  glory  evermore .? 
The  happv  prospect  nearing,  "to  shuffle  off  this 

coil," 
Which   weighs   the  soul  with  matter,  and  brings 

such  care  and  toil. 

His  sons  had  come  to  honor,  his  work  was  well- 
nigh  done; 

What  was  there  now  to  keep  him  below  this  plan- 
et's sun? — 

But  here  a  nervous  movement  betrayed  the  good 
man's  fear 

Of  going,  ^'f?/,  to  heaven — preferring  staying  here. 

His  dear  old  lady  saw  it,  but  vainly  sought  to  hide 
The  instincts  of  true  nature  when  shrewdly  she 

replied: 
"The  medical  adviser  forbids  his  friends  to  speak 

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Poem^  of  Dawn. 

On  any  gloomy  subject,  because  his  nerves  are 
weak." 

The  pastor,  disappointed,  sought,  therefore,  to  re- 
trace 

His  footsteps,  meditating  on  what  had  taken  place; 

Why  many  pious  persons  more  dread  of  heaven 
reveal. 

Than  other  careless  sinners  of  going  down  to  hell  ? 

Another  prayer  ascended,  for  spiritual  light, 
To  know  man's  real  nature  and  destiny  aright; 
The  answer  w^as  forthcoming,  the  light  was  on 

its  way  ; 
But  first  a  dawning  glimmer  before  the  light  of 

day. 

Next  evening  a  procession  came  wending  up  the 

hill, 
Towards  the  parish  churchyard,   while  all    was 

bright,  but  chill; 
A  slow  and  mournful  tolling   kept  startling  all 

the  air. 
To  tell  how  death  was  marring  a  scene  so  calm 

and  fair. 

The  bell  sank  into  silence,  more  gladdening  notes 
to  hear. 

Which  floated  down  the  hill-side,  in  hopeful  ac- 
cents clear; 

Words  oft  before  repeated  assumed  new  life  and 
power, 

Which  now  revealed  the  mystery  in  sad  and  solemn 
hour — 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

r 

"I  am  the  Resurrection,''  said  Jesus,  "and  the 
Life:" 

The  echoes  of  ''The  Logos"  awoke,  with  import 
rife. 

Through  understanding  utterance  they  now  were 
spirit-words, 

Which  fluttered  in  the  yew  trees  like  happy,  liv- 
ing birds. 

"He  that  believeth  in  ]Me,  although  he  now  were 

dead"— 
Yes,  '■^dead,'"'   not  "gone   to   heaven,"   but  low   in 

"hades"  laid — 
"He,"  yea  he,  has  the  promise,  "shall  live  again" 

in  joy, 
In  resurrection  glories  and  life  without  alloy. 

The  preacher's  prayers  were  answ^ered,  the  light 

had  come  at  last; 
It  came  in  words  familiar,  like  memories  of  the  past. 
Death  now   was  seen  as  real — all  nature  telling 

this— 
While  "resurrection"  shows  us  the  way  to  life  and 

bliss. 

The  sun  at  length  descended  beneath  the  western 

sea; 
But  flashing  tints  now  promised  how  bright  the 

morn  w^ould  be. 
It  braced  one  weary  mortal   to  meet  approaching 

night. 
And  whispered  coming  glorv,  for  eventide  was 

light. 


Pocnis  of  Dawn. 

The  preacher's  manner  altered,  more  earnest  o-rew 

his  tone; 
He  saw   man   ''surely    dying"   and   life  in   Christ 

alone. 
^^yesiis  and  Resiirrcctioi^^   the  good  news  now 

became; 
God's  coming  Son  and  Kingdom,  and  life  in  his 

great  name. 


LIFE'S  STORMS  ARE  PASSING. 


THE  storm  has  broken,  and  the  heavy  blast 
That  stifled  morn's  free  breath,  and  shook  its 
dew, 
Is  dying  into  sunshine;  and  the  last 

Dull  cloud  has  vanished  from  yon  arch  of  blue. 

I  know  it  is  but  for  a  day;  the  war 

Must  soon  be   waged   again   'tw^ixt  earth  and 
heaven; 
Another  tempest  will  arise  to  mar 

The  tranquil  beauty  of  the  fragrant  even. 

And  yet  I  joy  as  storm  on  storm  awakes; — 
Not  that  I  love  the  uproar  or  the  gloom; 

But  in  each  tempest  over  earth  that  breaks, 
I  count  one  fewer  outburst  yet  to  come. 

No  groan  creation  heaves  is  heaved  in  vain, 
Nor  e'er  shall  be  repeated;  it  is  done. 

Once  heaved  it  never  shall  be  heaved  again, 
Earth's  pangs  and  throes  are  lessening  one  by 
one. 

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So  falls  the  stroke  of  sorrow,  and  so  springs 
vStrange  joy  and  comfort  from  the  very  grief, 

Even  to  the  weariest  sufferer;  so  brings 
Each  heavy  burden  its  own  sweet  relief. 

One  cross  the  less  remains  for  me  to  bear; 

Already  borne  is  that  of  yesterday; 
That  of  to-day  shall  no  to-morrow  share; 

To-morrow's  with  itself  shall  pass  away. 

That  which  is  added  to  the  troubled  past 
Is  taken  from  the  future,  whose  sad  store 

Grows  less  and  less  each  day,  till  soon  the  last 
Dull  wave  of  woe  shall  break  upon  our  shore. 

The  storm  that  yesterday  ploughed  up  the  sea 
Is  buried  now  beneath  its  level  blue; 

One  storm  the  fewer  now  remains  for  me, 
Ere  sky  and  earth  are  made  forever  new. 


PERILOUS  TIMES. 


PERILOUS  times  in  the  world  are  at  hand — 
Perils  by  water  and  perils  by  land; 
Perils  in  churches  and  perils  in  state, 
Perils  attending  the  good  and  the  great. 

Watchman,  how  readest  thou  touching  this  hour 
Fearful  corruption  in  places  of  power; 
Presidents,  princes  and  kings  in  dismay — 
Tragic  unfoldings,  the  news  of  the  day. 

Scriptures  prophetic,  discoursing  on  time, 
Teach  us  the  doctrine  of  increase  of  crime; 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

"Evil   seducers  shall  wax  worse  and   worse," 
Ere  great  Jehovah  shall  "smite  with  a  curse." 

Is  the  church  powerless  to  draw  from  the  skies 
Help,  when  Goliath  her  army  defies? 
Is  there  no  king  in  the  camp  of  "to-day"  ? 
Is  the  true  Israel  "fallen  away"  ? 

Is  it  the  sign  of  the  presence  again 
Of  the  Messiah,  in  person  to  reign? 
Has  sin  attained  to  its  manhood  of  power? 
Is  this  its  zenith?     Is  morning  the  hour? 

The  son  of  perdition,  the  god  of  this  world, 
Down  from  his  kingdom  of  sin  must  be  hurled; 
Tares  must  be  gathered  and  burned  in  the  fire — 
Type  of  all  Christians  in  name,   not  in  power. 

Jesus  is  come  !      O  let  it  be  known, 
Jehovah's  Anointed   now  takes  the  throne; 
He  takes  the  helm  and  the  power  to  command, 
He'll  guide  aftairs  on  the  sea  and  the  land. 

Jesus  is  come  !  let  all  the  world  hear; 
"Who's  on  the  Lord's  side"  let  him  draw  near. 
Come   with  your  armor,   your  loins  girt  about  ; 
Come  with  your  trumpets,  and  join  in  the  shout. 

Jerichoes  tremble  and  Sodoms  consume. 
Kingdoms  are  tottering  before  the  "Commune;" 
Davids,  go  forth  with  your  sling-stones  of  faith. 
Take  ye  the  heads  of  "the  giants  of  Gath." 

0  SOMETIMES  glimpses  on  my  sight, 
Through  present  wrong,  the  eternal  right; 
And  step  by  step,  since  time  began, 
Progress  God's  purposes  for  man. 
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Poevis  of  Dawn. 
THE  PEACE  OF  EUROPE. 


I 


C^^REAT  peace  in  Europe  !      Order  reigns 
y     From  Tiber's  hills  to  Danube's  plains  !" 
vSo  say  her  kings  and  priests;  so  say 
The  lying  prophets  of  our  day. 

Go,  lay  to  earth  a  listening  ear; 
The  tramp  of  measured  marches  hear, — 
The  rolling  of  the  cannon's  wheel, 
The  shotted  musket's  murderous  j^eal, 
The  night  alarm,  the  sentry's  call, 
The  quick-eared  spy  in  hut  and  hall  ! 
From  polar  sea  and  tropic  fen 
The  dying  groans  of  exiled  men  ! 
The  bolted  cell,  the  galley's  chains, 
The  scaffold  smoking  with  its  stains  ! 
Order, — the  hush  of  brooding  slaves  ! 
Peace, — in  the  dungeon-vaults  and  graves  ! 

O  Fisher  !  of  the  world-wide  net, 
With  meshes  in  all  waters  set, 
Whose  fabled  keys  of  heaven  and  hell 
Bolt  hard  the  patriot's  prison  cell, 
And  open  wide  the  banquet  hall 
Where  kings  and  priests  hold  carnival  I 
vSpeak,  Prince  and  Kaiser,  Priest  and  Czar  I 
If  this  be  peace,  pray  what  is  war? 

White  angel  of  the  Lord  !  unmeet 
That  soil  accursed,  for  thy  pure  feet. 
Never  in  Slavery's  desert  flows 
The  fountain  of  thy  charmed  repose; 
No  tyrant's  hand  thy  chaplet  weaves 
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Poejiis  of  I)awn. 

Of  lilies  and  of  olive-leaves; 

Not  with  the  wicked  shalt  thou  dwell, 

Thus  saith  the  Eternal  Oracle; 

Thy  home  is  with  the  pure  and  free  ! 

Stern  herald  of  thy  better  day, 

Before  thee  to  prepare  thy  way, 

The  Baptist  shade  of  Liberty, 

Gray,  scarred,  and  hairy-robed,  must  press 

With  bleeding  feet  the  wilderness  ! 

O  that  its  voice  might  pierce  the  ear 

Of  priests  and  princes  while  they  hear   , 

A  cry  as  of  the  Hebrew  seer: 

Repent !  God's  kingdom  draweth  near  ! 


THE  COMING  STORM. 


OSAD  is  my  heart,  for  the  storm  that  is  coming; 
Like  eagles  the  scud  sweepeth  in  from   the 
sea; 
The  gull  seeketh  shelter,  the  pine  trees  are  sigh- 

And  all  giveth  note  of  the  tempest  to  be. 
A  spell  hath  been  w^hispered  from  cave  or  from 
ocean, 
The  shepherds  are  sleeping,  the  sentinels  dumb, 
The    flocks   are    all    scattered  on   moorland   and 
mountain. 
And  no  one  believes   that  the  Master  is  come. 

He's  come,  but  whom  doth  he  find  their  w^atch 
keeping? 
O   where — in  his  presence — is  faith  the  world 
o'er? 

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Poems  of  Datun. 

The  rich,  every  sense  in  soft  luxury  steeping; 

The  poor,  scarce   repelling   the   wolf  from   the 
door. 
O   man,  and  O   maiden,  drop  trifling  and  pleasure, 

O  !  hark,  while  I  tell  of  the  sorrows  to  be. 
As  well  might  I  plead  in  the  path  of  yon  glacier. 

Or  cry  out  a  warnino:  to  wave  of  the  sea. 


IT  HASTETH  GREATLY. 


n^HE  time  of  trouble  nears,  'Tt  hasteth  greatly;" 
1      E'en  now  its  ripples  span  the  world-wide  sea ; 
O  l^when  its  waves  are  swollen  to  mountains  stately. 
Will  the  resistless  billows  sweep  o'er  me  ? 

Or,  terror-stricken,  will  I  then  discover 

A  wondrous  presence  standing  in  glory  by. 

Treading  the  waters  ! — Earth's  Imperial  Lover, 
With  words  of  cheer, — "Be  not  afraid,— 'tis  I." 

Yes,  a  hand,  strong,  yet  tender  as  a  mother's, 
W^ill  from  the  surging  billows  lift  me  out. 

With  soft  rebuke,  more  loving  than  a  brother's: 
"Of  little  faith  !  O,  wherefore  didst  thou  doubt?" 


DELIVERANCE. 


STILL  o'er  earth's  sky  the  clouds  of  anger  roll. 
And  God's  revenge  hangs  heavy  on  her  soul. 
Yet  shall  she  rise — though  first  by  God  chastised — 
In  glory  and  in  beauty  then   baptized. 

Yes,  earth,  thou  shalt  arise;  thy  Father's  aid 
Shall  heal  the  wound  his  chastening   hand   has 
made; 

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Poems   of  Dai&n. 

Shall  judge  the  proud  oppressor's  ruthless  sway 
And  burst  his  bonds,  and  cast   his  cords  a  way. 

Then  on  your  soil  shall  deathless  yerdure  spring; 
Break  forth,  ye  mountains,  and   ye  yalleys,  sing  ! 
No  more  your  thirsty  rocks  shall  frown  forlorn, 
The  unbelieyer's  jest,  the  heathen's  scorn; 

The  sultry  sands  shall  tenfold  haryests  yield. 
And  a  new  Eden  deck  the  thorny  field. 
E'en  now  we  see,  wide-waying  o'er  the  land. 
The  mighty  angel  lifts  his  golden  w^and. 

Courts  the  bright  yision  of  descending  power, 
Tells  eyery  gate,  and  measures  eyery  tower; 
And  chides  the  tardy  seals  that  yet  detain 
Thy  Lion,  Judah,  from  his  destined  reign ! 


THE  BLESSED  HOPE. 


A    LITTLE  while,  earth's  fightings  shall  be  oyer; 
^     A  little  while,  her  tears  be  \yiped  away; 
A  little  while,  the  power  of  Jehoyah 

Shall  turn  this  darkness  to  Millennial  Day. 

A  little  w^kile,  the  ills  that  now  o'erwhelm  men 
Shall  to  the  memories  of  the  past  belong; 

A  little  while,  the  loye  that  once  redeemed  them 
Shall  change  their  w^eeping  into  grateful  song. 

A  little  yvhile  !  'Tis  eyer  drawing  nearer — 
The  brighter  daw^ning  of  that  glorious  day. 

Praise  God,  the  light  is  hourly  growing  clearer. 
Shining  more  and  more  unto  the  perfect  day. 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 
THE  WRATH  OF  GOD. 


THE  wrath  of  God  is  love's  severity 
In  curing  sin — the  zeal  of  righteousness 
In  overcoming  wrong — the  remedy 
Of  justice  for  the  world's  redress. 

The  wrath  of  God  is  punishment  for  sin, 
In  measure  unto  all  transgression  due, 

Discriminating  well  and  just  between 

Presumptuous  sins  and  sins  of  lighter  hue. 

The  wratli  of  (iod  inflicts  no  needless  pain, 
Alerely  vindictive,  or  himself  to  please; 

But  aims  the  ends  of  mercy  to  attain, 
Uproot  the  evil,  and  the  good  increase. 

The  wrath  of  God  is  a  consuming  fire. 
That  burns  while  there  is  evil  to  destroy 

Or  good  to  purify;  nor  can  expire 

Till  all  things  are  relieved   from  sin's  alloy. 

The  wrath  of  God  is  love's  parental  rod, 
The  disobedient  to  chastise,  subdue, 

And  bend  submissive  to  the  will  of  God, 

That  love  mav  reio;-n  when  all  thinsfs  are  made 
new. 

The  wrath  of  God  shall  never  strike  in  vain, 
Nor  cease  to  strike  till  sin  shall  be   no  more; 

Till  God  his  gracious  purpose  shall  attain, 
And  earth  to  righteousness  and  peace  restore. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

COMING  BY-AND  BY. 

\   BETTER  clay  is  coming,  a  morning  promised 

A         long, 

When  truth  and  right,  with  holy  might,  shall  over- 
throw the  wrong; 

When  Christ  the  Lord  will  listen  to  every  plain- 
tive sigh. 

And  stretch  his  hand  o'er  sea  and  land,  witli  jus- 
tice, by  and  by. 

The  boast  of  haughty  tyrants  no  more  shall  till 
the  air. 

But  aged  and  youth  shall  love  the  truth  and  speed 
it  everywhere. 

No  more  from  want  and  sorrow  shall  come  the 
hopeless  cry, 

But  war  shall  cease,  and  perfect  peace  will  flour- 
ish by  and  by. 

The  tidal  wave  is  coming,  the  year  of  jubilee; 
With  shout  and  song  it  sweeps  along,  like  billows 

of  the  sea. 
The  jubilee  of  nations  shall  ring  through  earth 

and  sky. 
The  dawn  of  grace  draws  on  apace — 'tis  coming 

by  and  by. 

O  !  for  that  glorious  dawning  we  watch  and  wait 

and  pray, 
Till  o'er  the  height  the  morning  light  shall  drive 

the  gloom  away;  [  and  sky, 

And  when  the  heavenly  glory  shall  flood  the  earth 
We'll  bless  the  Lord  for  all  his  w^orks  and  praise 

him  by  and  by. 

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Poems  of  Daiu?! 
THY  KINGDOM  COME. 


\''ES  !  a  brighter  morn  is  breaking, 
Better  days  are  coming  on; 
All  the  world  will  be  awaking 
In  the  new  and  golden  dawn. 

In  the  day  of  coming  glory, 
Men  will  show  fraternal  hand; 

Each  W\\\  tell  to  each  the  story, 
Till  it  spreads  to  every  land. 

On  the  top  of  Zion's  mountain, 
God  prepares  his  house  again; 

At  its  threshold  springs  a  fountain, 
Flowing  for  the  souls  of  men. 

From  the  earth's  remotest  stations, 
Men  will  come  to  hear  the  word; 

And,  in  all  the  world,  the  nations 
Shall  be  nations  of  the  Lord. 


CLEAR  THE  WAY. 


^/i  EN  of  thought,  be  up  and  stirring 
lU     Night  and  day. 
Sow  the  seed,  withdraw  the  curtain, 

Clear  the  w^ay. 
Men  of  action,  aid  and  cheer  them 

As  you  may. 

There's  a  fount  about  to  stream; 
There's  a  light  about  to  beam; 
There's  a  warmth  about  to  glow; 
There's  a  flower  about  to  blow; 

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Poems  of  DiUvu. 

There's  a  midniiiht  blackness  chanfjim 

Into  gray. 
Men  of  thought,  and  men  of  action, 

Clear  the  way  ! 
Once  the  welcome  light  has  broken, 

Who  shall  say 
What  the  unimagined  glories 

Of  the  day? 
What  the  evil  that  shall  perish 

In  its  ray? 
Aid  the  dawning,  tongue  and  pen; 
Aid  it,  hopes  of  honest  men; 
Aid  it,  paper;  aid  it,  type, 
Aid  it,  for  the  hour  is  ripe; 
And  our  earnest  must  not  slacke:i 

Into  play. 
INIen  of  thought,  and  men  of  action, 

Clear  the  way  ! 
Lo,  a  cloud  's  about  to  vanish 

From  the  day; 
Lo,  the  right's  about  to  conquer — 

Clear  the  way  I 
]Many  a  brazen  wrong  to  crumble 

Into  clay. 
With  that  right  shall  many  more 
Enter  smiling  at  the  door; 
With  the  giant  wrong  shall  fall 
Many  others,  great  and  small, 
That  for  ages  long  have  held  us 

For  their  prey. 
ISIen  of  thought,  and  men  of  action, 
Clear  the  way  ! 
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Poe?ns  of  Diuuii. 
WHOM  WILL  YE  SERVE? 

—  John  19  :  12,  13.  — 

p.ESAR'S   friends?  or  friends  of  Jesus? 
vy      vSolemn  question  for  to-day  ! 
Friends  of  CiEsar  !      Friends  of  Jesus  ! 

Take  your  sides  without  delay. 
If  ye  pause  for  man's  forbidding, 

Ca-sar's  friendship  ye  secure; 
If  ye  do  the  Father's  bidding, 

Scorn,  reproach,  ye  shall  endure.  * 

Friends  of  Csesar  !      Friends  of  Jesus  I 

Stand  revealed  I  your  choice  cleclare  ! 
Who  in  truth  two  masters  pleases? 

Who  may  rival  banners  bear? 
Jesus'  friends  account  him  precious, 

Lose  for  him  all  other  gain: 
Dearer  far  the  smile  of  Jesus 

Than  the  praise  of  worldly  men. 

Free  from  Caesar,  friends  of  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  phalanx  I  never  fear  ! 
Love,  severely  tried,  increases; 

Courage  yet !  the  Lord  is  near  ! 
Onward  still,  his  name  confessing, 

Weaving  crowns  to  gnu:e  his  brow; 
Lo  !  his  hands  are  full  of  blessing. 

Lifted  for  your  succor  now. 

Caesar's  friends  were  we,  but  Jesus 
Owns'  us  for  his  friends  to-day  ! 

What !  shall  rival  friendship  please  us, 
While  the  Bridegroom  is  away? 


Poems  of  Dawn. 

No  !  through  grace  would  we  surrender 
Caesar's  things  to  Caesar's  care, 

Whilst  to  God,  our  God,  we  render 
Filial  homage,  praise,  and  prayer. 


GIDEON'S  BAND. 


u 


COUNT  me  the  swords  that  have  come/' 
"  Lord,  thousands  on  thousands  are  ready.*' 
Lo  I  tlfese  are  too  many,  and  with  them  are  some 
Whose  hearts  and  whose  hands  are  not  steady. 
He  whose  soul  does  not  burn. 
Let  him  take  up  his  tent  and  return.*' 

"Count  me  the  swords  that  remain.'" 

''Lord,  hundreds  on  hundreds  are  daring." 
"These  yet  are  too  many  for  me  to  attain 
To  the  victory  I  am  preparing. 
Lead  them  dow^n  to  the  brink 
Of  the  waters  of  Marah  to  drink." 

"Lord  those  w^ho  remain  are  but  few, 

And  the  hosts  of  the  foe  are  appalling. 
And  what  can  a  handful  such  as  we  do.'" 

"When  ye  hear  from  beyond,  my  voice  calling, 
Sound  the  trump  I  Hold  the  light  I 
Great  Midian  will  melt  in  vour  sisfht!" 


THE  beam  that  shines  from  Zion's  hill 
Shall  lighten  every  land; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  tow'rs 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

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Poc))is  of  JJawn. 
ALL  THINGS  NEW. 


THE  world  is  old  with  centuries, 
But  not  for  these  she  bows  her  head; 
Close  to  her  heart  the  sorrow  lies: 

She  holds  so  many  dead  I 
Sad  discords  mingle  in  her  song, 

Tears  fall  upon  her  with  the  dew, 
The  whole  creation  groans — How  long 
Ere  all  shall  be  made  new  ? 

Yet  brightly  on  her  smiles  the  sun, 

A  bounteous  heaven  delights  to  bless; 
O  !  what  shall  be  that  fairer  one, 

Wherein  dwells  righteousness? 
O  happy  world  !      O  holy  time  ! 

When  wrong  shall  die,  and  strife  shall  cease, 
And  all  the  bells  of  heaven  chime 

With  melodies  of  peace. 

No  place  shall  be  in  that  new  earth 

For  all  that  blights  this  universe; 
No  evil  taint  the  second  birth — 

There  shall  be  no  more  curse. 
Ye  broken-hearted,  cease  your  moan; 

The  day  of  promise  dawns  for  you; 
For  he  who  sits  upon  the  throne 

Says,  "I  make  all  things  new." 

We  mourn  the  dead,  but  they  shall  wake  ! 

The  lost,  but  they  shall  be  restored  ! 
O  I  well  our  human  hearts  might  break 

Without  that  sacred  word  ! 

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Poems  of  Daivn. 

Dim  eyes,  look  up  !  sad  hearts,  rejoice  ! 

Seeing  God's  bow  of  promise  through. 
At  sound  of  that  prophetic  voice: 

"1  will  make  all  thing^s  new^" 


A  DIRGE. 


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EARTH  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust  \  " 
Here  the  evil  and  the  just, 
Here  the  youthful  and  the  old, 
Here  the  fearful  and  the  bold, 
Here  the  matron  and  the  maid 
In  one  silent  bed  are  laid. 
Here  the  vassal  and  the  king, 
Side  by  side,  lie  withering: 
Here  the  sword  and  scepter  rust: 
"Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust!  " 

Age  on  age  hath  rolled  along. 
O'er  this  pale  and  mighty  throng; 
Those  that  slumber,  those  that  sleep, 
The  grave  shall  soon  no  longer  keep. 
Brothers,  sisters  of  the  worm, 
Summer's  sun,  or  winter's  storm. 
Song  of  peace,  or  battle's  roar. 
Ne'er  could  break  their  slumbers  more; 
Death  hath  kept  his  sullen  trust: 
"  Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust !  " 

But  a  conflict's  coming  fast. 
Earth,  thy  mightiest  and  thy  last ! 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

It  shall  come  in  fear  and  wonder, 
Heralded  by  trump  and  thunder; 
It  shall  come  in  strife  and  toil; 
It  shall  come  in  blood  and  spoil; 
It  shall  come  in  empires'  groans, 
Burning  temples,  trampled  thrones. 
Then,  ambition,  rue  thy  lust ! 
'Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust!  " 


Then  shall  come  the  judgment  sign; 
In  the  east,  the  King  shall  shine; 
Flashing  from  heaven's  golden  gate. 
Thousands,  thousands  round  his  state. 
Kings  and  Priests  with  crown  and  plume. 
Tremble,  then,  thou  solemn  tomb; 
Heaven  shall  open  on  our  sight; 
Earth  be  blest  with  wondrous  light. 
Kingdom  of  the  ransomed  just ! 
Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust !  " 


Then  thy  Mount,  Jerusalem, 
Shall  be  gorgeous  as  a  gem: 
Then  shall  in  the  desert  rise 
Fruits  of  more  than  Paradise, 
Earth  by  saintly  feet  be  trod, 
One  great  garden  of  her  God  ! 
Till  are  dried  the  martyr's  tears 
Through  a  thousand  glorious  years. 
Now,  in  hope  of  him,  we  trust: 
"Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust !  " 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 
THE  TRIUMPHS  OF  CHRIST'S  KINGDOM. 


ONCE  on  Mount  Sinai's  lonely  height, 
From  riven  rock's  protecting  side, 
The  prophet  gazed  upon  a  sight 
To  other  eyes  than  his  denied. 

On  his  retreating  form  to  look. 

The  Eternal  God  unveiled  his  glance; 
For  mortal  eye  could  never  brook 

The  splendor  of  his  countenance. 

The  orlories  of  that  Kino^  of  kinoes 
Before  his  dazzled  vision  move; 

Around  the  mount  the  messag^e  ringfs, 
Proclaiming  loud  his  power  and  love. 

Thus,  hidden  safe  in  Christ  the  Rock, 
We  see  the  events  the  times  record 

Mark,  peace  alike,  or  battle's  shock, 
The  glorious  progress  of  the  Lord. 

Unconscious  nations  straight  he  sends 

His  mighty  j^urpose  to  fuliill; 
He  stirs  them  up  to  act,  or  bends 

The  arrogant  unto  his  will. 

He  clothes  the  earth  with  means  and  wavs 
To  speed  the  triumph  of  his  power; 

Vapor's  expansive  force  conveys. 
And  lightning  is  his  messenger. 

See  snapped  asunder  by  the  Lord 
The  }  oke-deluded  nations  tied, 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 

So  may  his  pure,  untrammeled  Word 
Have  free  course  and  be  glorified. 

That  Harlot  Church,  whose  vampire  brood 
Has  drenched  the  earth  with  gore  and  tears, 

Drunk  with  the  blood  of  saints,  has  stood 
Twelve  centuries  and  sixty  years. 

Her  daughters  now^  complete  her  roll, 
All  constitute  the  present  heaven, 

Rolling  together  as  a  scroll, 

Soon  to  the  burning  to  be  given. 

Filled  is  her  cup.      God"s  arm  is  bare 

To  satisfy  the  just  complaints. 
And  cries  for  vengeance  in  his  ear, 

Of  groaning  millions  and  his  saints. 

Rings  in  our  ears  the  trumpet  call. 

In  every  land  from  sea  to  sea; 
Come  out  of  her,  my  people  all, 

Her  doom  is  hxed  by  God's  decree, 

What  privilege  it  is  to  scan 

The  scroll,  revolving  years  unwind, 

Read  in  events  God's  wondrous  plan 
For  man's  eternal  peace  designed. 

And  soon  our  hearts'  ecstatic  bound 
Shall  mark  the  consummation  grand. 

When  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  is  crowned 
The  King  of  kings  o'er  every  land. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
THE  DAY  OF  HIS  PREPARATION. 


LAY  down  your  rails,  ye  nations,  near  and  far, 
Yoke  your  full  trains  to  steam's  triumphal  car, 
Link  town  to  town,  unite  in  iron  bands 
The  long-estranged  and  oft-embattled  lands. 
Peace,  mild-eyed  seraph;  knowledge,  light  divine. 
Shall  send  their  messengers  by  every  line. 
!Men  joined  in  amity  shall  wonder  long 
That  hate  had  powder  to  lead  their  fathers  wrong; 
Or  that  false  glory  lured  their  hearts  astray, 
And  made  it  virtuous  and  sublime  to  slay. 
How  grandly  now  these  wonders  of  our  day 
Are  making  preparation  for  Christ's  royal  way, 
And  with  what  joyous  hope  our  souls 
Do  w^atch  the  ball  of  progress  as  it  rolls, 
Knowing  that  all  as  yet  completed  or  begun 
Is  but  the  dawning  that  precedes  the  sun. 


GOD'S  WORKS. 


IN  all  God's  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace. 
His  w  ondrous  love  and  wisdom  we  may  trace. 
The  sky,  the  mountain,  vale,  the  simplest  liower. 
May  show  to  us  the  clothing  of  his  power. 

And  as  a  vesture  they  are  changed  !  How^  blest 
To  know  he  giveth  storm  or  giveth  rest; 
And  all  his  works  to  be  remembered  are. 
The  falling  leaves,  the  brilliance  of  a  star. 

Sought  out  by  those  who  thus  may  pleasure  find, 
Searching  the  works  of  the  Eternal  Mind, 
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Poems  of  Daivn. 

Though  ever  changing,  yet  he  changeth  never, 
But  yesterday,  to-day,  the  same  forever. 

The  mountains  may  depart,  the  hills  remove; 
His  kindness  shall  not  leave  thee,  or  his  love 
E'er  fail:  the  covenant  of  his  peace  is  sure. 
"  Thus  saith  the  Lord,"  doth  make  our  hope  secure. 

O  height,  and  depth,  and  breadth  of  love  divine  I 

0  gift  unspeakable  !  this  hope  be  mine. 

Then,  though  these  works  dissolve,  yet  in  that  day 

1  shall  be  found  in  him,  safe,  safe  for  aye. 


THE  VISTA  OF  THE  YEAR. 


GONE  with  our  yesterdays;  folded  apart, 
Laid  by  with  the  treasures  we  hide  in  the  heart, 
The  year  that  hath  left  us,  so  silentlv  shod, 
Has  carried  its  records  of  earth  unto  God. 
How  strange  was  its  mingling  of  bitter  and  sweet, 
Its  trials  how  heavy,  its  pleasures  how  fleet; 
How  often  its  mercies-  surprised  us,  unsought; 
How   frequent  the  gifts   to  our  hands     which    it 

brought. 
Alas  !  that  we  shadowed  its  glorv  with  sin, 
Xor  battled  its  beautiful  trophies  to  win; 
And  thanks  unto  him  \vho  gave  pardon  and  rest, 
And  wrought  for  his  children  whatever  Avasbest. 

Cometh  in  winter  the  year  that  is  new. 
vSnow-fall,and  frost-rime,  and  star-beam,  and  dew, 
Shine  of  the  daisies,  and  blush  of  the  clover, 
Rose-cup  and  lily  for  bees  to  hang  over, 
Stir  of  the  wind  in  the  waves  of  the  wheat, 

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Poems  of  Daivn. 

Smile  of  the  violet  low  at  our  feet, 
Fruitage  of  orchard,  and  cluster  of  vine. 
Seed-time  and  harvest,  O  man  !  will  be  thine, 
Once  more  in  this  vear;  for  what  hath  been  shall 

be, 
While  the  rivers  of  time  seek  eternitv's  sea. 

So,   a  Happy  New  Year,    to  the  babe    and  the 

mother, 
To  gentle  wee  sister,  and  rosy  cheeked  brother. 
A  Happy  New  Year  unto  all  those  who  wait 
Till  the  Lord  opens  wide  the  Paradise  gate. 
A  Happy  New  Year  unto  those  who  have  learned, 
How  rich  are  the  guerdons  which  labor  has  earned 
And  a  Happy  New  Year  to  the  weary,  who  cling 
Through    sorrow  and  pain    to    the  cross    of   the 

King. 

Far  down  thy  fair  vista,  blithe  New  Year,  we  see 
The  sun  gleam  of  the  beautiful  Sabbath  to  be; 
From  afar  o'er  the  billows  of  trouble  we  hear 
The  anthems    of    praise  and   the  notes   of   good 

cheer. 
God  speed  the  full  time  when  all  idols  shall   fall, 
And  the  banner  of  Jesus  wave  high  over  all; 
W^hen  the  nations  shall  ^valk  in  the  light  of  the 

Lord, 
And  Eden's  lost  verdure  to  earth  be  restored. 

Dear  Christ,  by   thy  passion,   thy  grace  and   thy 

power. 
Assist  us,  uplift  us,  in  each  clouded  hour, 
And  still,  by  denial,  bestowal,  delay, 
Whatever  is  needful,  O  !  give  us,  we  pray  ! 

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The  year  that  is  far  above  rubies  shall  be 
The  year  of  our  lives  that  is  closest  to  thee. 
And  precious  and  sacred  our  changes  shall  grow, 
If  heaven-light  o'er  them  in  tenderness  glow. 
Let  the  burdens  of  woe,  and  the  conflicts  of  care, 
Alike  be  relieved  by  the  breathings  of  pra}er; 
And  happy,  or  only  resigned,  let  us  raise 
Each    morninor    and    eveninof    the    songs    of   our 
praise. 


TRE  YEAR  BEFORE  US. 


STANDING  at  the  portal  of  the  opening  year, 
\Vords  of  comfort  meet  us,  hushing  every  fear; 
Spoken  through  the  silence  by  our  Father's  voice. 
Tender,  strong  and  faithful,  making  us  rejoice. 
Onward,  then,  and  fear  not,  children  of  the  day; 
For  his  word  shall  never,  never  pass  away. 

I,  the  Lord,  am  with  thee,  be  thou  not  afraid; 
I  will  help  and  strengthen,  be  thou  not  dismayed. 
Yes,  I  will  uphold  thee  with  my  own  right  hand; 
Thou  art  call^ed  and  chosen  in  my  sight  to  stand. 
Onward,  then,  and  fear  not,  children  of  the  day; 
For  his  ^vord  shall  never,  never  pass  away. 

For  the  year  before  us,  O  !  what  rich  supplies  ! 
For  the  poor  and  needy,  living  streams  shall  rise; 
For  the  sad  and  mournful,  shall  his  grace  al)oun(l; 
For  the  faint  and  feeble,  jDcrfect  strength  be  found. 
Onward,  then,  and  fear  not,  children  of  the  day; 
For  his  word  shall  never,  never  pass  away. 

He  will  never  tail  us,  he  will  not  forsake; 
His  eternal  covenant  he  will  never  break; 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Resting  on  his  promise,  what  have  to  we  fear? 
God  is  all  sufficient  for  the  coming  year. 
Onward,  then,  and  fear  not,  children  of  the  day 
Yqx  his  word  shall  never,  never  pass  away. 


NEW  YEAR'S  WISHES. 


WHAT  shall  I  wish  thee.? 
Treasures  of  earth.? 
Songs  in  the  spring-time, 

Pleasure  and  mirth.? 
Flowers  on  thy  pathway. 

Skies  ever  clear? 
Would  this  ensure  thee 
A  happy  new  year.? 

What  shall  I  wish  thee.? 

What  can  be  found, 
Bringing  thee  sunshine 

All  the  year  round .? 
Where  is  the  treasure, 

Lasting  and  dear, 
That  shall  ensure  thee 

A  happy  new  year? 

Faith  that  increasetli. 

Walking  in  light, 
Hope  that  aboundeth, 

Happy  and  bright; 
Love  that  is  perfect, 

Casting  out  fear: 
These  shall  ensure  thee 

A  happy  new  year. 

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Poems  of  Daivn. 

Peace  in  the  Savior, 

Rest  at  his  feet, 
Smile  of  his  countenance 

Radiant  and  sweet; 
Joy  in  his  presence  I 

Christ  ever  near  ! 
This  will  ensure  thee 

A  happy  new  year . 


A  HAPPY  NEW  YEAR. 


A    BRIGHT  new  year  and  a  sunny  track 
^  *■     Along  an  upward  way; 
And  a  song  of  praise  on  looking  back. 

When  the  year  has  passed  away; 
Amid  golden  sheaves,  nor  small,  nor  few: 

This  is  mv  new  vear's  wish  for  v(ni. 


GOD  BLESS  THEE. 


MAY  Heaven  sustain  thee  day  by  day, 
And  make  thy  generous  heart    of    love 
Rejoice  through  all  the  pleasant  way 
That  God  directs  thy  feet  to  move, 
Inclining  thee,  just,  generous,  true, 
Nobly  thy  Christian  work  to  do; 
Honored  and  loved  and  blessed  of  God, 
O  !  sweet  may  be  the  pathway  trod; 
May  heavenly  light  around  thee  shine, 
Divinely  blessing  thee  and  thine. 

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Po£fns  of  Daivn. 
ETERNITY. 


WHAT  is  Eternity?    Can  aught 
»  »       Paint  its  duration  to  the  thought? 
Tell  every  beam  the  sun  emits, 
When  in  sublimest  noon  he  sits; 
Tell  every  light-winged  mote  that  strays 
Within  its  ample  round  of  rays; 
Tell  all  the  leaves  and  all  the  buds 
That  crown  the  gardens,  fields  and  woods; 
Tell  all  the  spires  of  grass  the  meads 
Produce,  when  spring  propitious  leads 
The  new-born  year. 

Be  this  astonishing  account 
Augmented  with  the  full  amount 
Of  all  the  drops  the  clouds  have  shed 
Where'er  their  \vaterv  tieeces  spread 
Through  all  Time's  long-protracted  tour. 
Tell  all  the  sands  the  ocean  laves: 
Tell  all  the  changes  of  its  waves. 
Or  tell,  with  more  laborious  pains, 
The  drops  its  mighty  mass  contains. 

Were  there  a  belt  that  could  contain 
In  its  vast  orb  the  earth  and  main; 
With  figures  \vere  it  clustered  o'er, 
And  not  one  cipher  in  the  score; 
And  could  your  laboring  thoughts  assign 
The  total  of  the  extended  line; 
How  vast  the  amount,  the  attempt  how  vain. 
To  read  duration's  endless  chain; 
For  when  as  many  years  have  run. 
Eternity  is  but  begun  I 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Then  think  of  life  thou  niay'st  attain, 
Through  years  eternal  to  remain, 
And  the  love  which  bought  it  all  for  thee 
When  thou  wert  doomed  no  life  to  see; 
And  grace  which  to  its  boundless  store 
Adds  endless  blessings  evermore: 
And  when  your  cup  of  joy  runs  over, 
Let  songs  of  praise  rise  to  the  Giver. 


AT  LAST. 


THOU  who  hast  made  my  home  of  life  so  pleas- 
ant. 
Leave  not  its  tenant  when  its  walls  decav; 
O  Love  Divine,  O  Helper  ever  present. 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  stay  ! 

Be  near  me  when  all  else  is  from  me  drifting; 

Earth,  sky,  home's  picture,  days  of  shade  and 
shine; 
And  kindlv  faces  to  mv  own  uplifting 

The  love  which  answers  mine. 


THE  AGED  SAINT. 


THEY  call  it  "going  down   hill"   when  we  are 
growing  old, 
i\nd  speak  with  mournful  accents  when  our  tale 

is  nearlv  told; 
They   sigh   when'  talking   of  the  past,    the  davs 

that  used  to  be. 
As  if  the  future  were  not  bright  with  immortalitv. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

But  O  !   we  are  not  going  down — but  climbing 

higher  and  higher, 
Until  we  almost  see  the  mountains  that  our  souls 

desire. 
For  if  the  natural  eye  grow  dim,  it  is  but  dim  to 

earth, 
While  the  eye  of  faith  grows  keener  to  perceive 

the  Savior's  worth. 

Those  by-gone  days,  though  days  of  joy,  we  wish 
not  back  again: 

Were  there  not  also  many  days  of  sorrow^  and  of 
pain? 

But  in  the  days  awaiting  us,  the  days  beyond  the 
tomb, 

Sorrow  shall  find  no  place,  but  joy  unmarred  for- 
ever bloom. 

Who  would  exchange  for  shooting  blade  the  wav- 
ing, golden  grain  .^ 

Or  when  the  corn  is  fully  ripe,  would  wish  it 
green  again? 

And  who  would  wish  the  hoary  head,  sound  in 
the  way  of  truth; 

To  be  again  encircled  with  the  sunny  locks  of 
youth  ? 

For,  though  indeed  the  outw^ard  man  must  jDerish 

and  decay. 
The  inward  man  shall  be  renewed  by  grace  from 

day  to  day; 
Those  who  are  planted  by  the  Lord,  unshaken  in 

their  root. 
E'en  in  old  age  shall  flourish  still,  and  still  bring 

forth  their  fruit. 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

It  is  not  years  that  make  men  old;  the  spirit  may 
be  young 

Though  for  three-score  years  and  ten,  the  wheels 
of  life  have  run; 

God  has  himself  recorded,  in  his  blessed  Word  of 
Truth, 

That  they  who  wait  upon  the  Lord,  they  shall  re- 
new their  youth. 

And  when  the  eyes  undimmed  shall  open  to  be- 
hold the  King, 

And  ears  not  dull  with  age  shall  hear  melodious 
anthems  ring — 

And  the  head  no  longer  gray  shall  be  crowned 
with  life,  in  truth. 

Then  shall  be  known  the  lasting  joy  of  ever- 
blooming  youth. 


A  LIFE  WELL  SPENT. 


SOFTLY,  O  softly,  the  years  have  swept  by  thee, 
Touching  thee  gently  with  tenderest  care; 
Sorrow  and  death  they  have  often  brought   nigh 
thee, 
Yet  have  they  left  thee  but  beauty  to  wear; 
Growing  old  gracefully, 
Gracefully  fair. 

Far  from  the  storms  that  are  lashing  the  ocean, 
Nearer  each  day  to  the  pleasant  home-light; 
Far  from  the  w  aves  that  are  big  wuth  commotion, 
Under  full  sail  and  the  harbor  in  sight; 
Growing  old  cheerfully, 
Cheerful  and  bright. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Past  all  the  winds  that  were  adverse  and  chilling, 

Past  all  the  islands  that  lured  thee  to  rest; 
Past  all  the  currents  that  urged  thee  unwilling, 
Far  from  thy  course  to  the  home  of  the  blest; 
Growing  old  peacefully, 
Peaceful  and  blest. 

Never  a  feeling  of  envy  and  sorrow^ 

When  the  bright  faces  of  children  are  seen; 
Never  a  year  from  the  young  wouldst  thou  borrow  — 
Thou  dost  remember  what  lieth  between: 
Growing  old  willingly. 
Thankful,  serene. 

Rich  in  experience  that  angels  might  covet; 

Rich  in  a  faith  that  has  grown  with  thy  years; 
Rich  in  a  love  that  grew  from  and  above  it. 
Soothing  thy  sorrows  and  hushing  thy  fears; 
Growing  old  wealthily, 
Loving  and  dear. 

Hearts  at  the  sound  of  thy  coming  are  lightened. 

Ready  and  willing  thy  hand  to  relieve; 
Many  a  face  at  thy  kind  word  hath  brightened — 
"It  is  more  blessed  to  give  than  receive.'^ 
Growing  old  happily, 
Ceasing  to  grieve. 

Eves  that  orrow  dim  to  the  earth  and  its  glorv 

Have  a  sweet  recompense  youth  cannot  know; 
Ears  that  grow  dull  to  the  world  and  its  story^ 
Drink  in  the  songs  that  from  Paradise  flow; 
(irowing  old  graciously 
Purer  than  snow\ 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
MY  PSALM. 


IMOURX  no  more  my  vanished  years: 
Beneath  a  tender  rain. 
An  April  rain  of  smiles  and  tears, 

My  heart  is  young  again, 

• 

The  west  winds  blow,  and,  singing  low, 

I  hear  the  glad  streams  run; 
The  windows  of  my  soul  I  throw 

Wide  open  to  the  sun. 

No  longer  forward  nor  behind 

I  look  in  hope  or  fear, 
But,  o^rateful,  take  the  o^ood  I  find. 

The  best  of  now  and  here. 

I  break  my  pilgrim  staff,  I  lay- 
Aside  the  toiling  oar, 

The  angel  sought  so  far  away 
I  welcome  at  my  door. 

The  woods  shall  wear  their  robes  of  praise, 

The  south  winds  softly  sigh. 
And  sweet  calm  days,  in  golden  haze, 

]Melt  down  the  amber  skv. 

Not  less  shall  manly  deed  and  word 

Rebuke  an  age  of  wrong: 
The  graven  flowers  that  wreathe  the  sword 

]Make  not  the  blade  less  strong. 

But  smiting  hands  shall  learn  to  heal, — 

To  build  as  to  destroy: 
Xor  less  my  heart  for  others  feel 

That  I  the  more  enjoy. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

All  as  God  wills,  who  wisely  heeds 

To  give  or  to  withhold. 
And  knoweth  more  of  all  my  needs 

Than  all  my  prayers  have  told. 

Enough  that  blessings  undeserved 
Have  marked  my  erring  track; — 

That  whensoe'er  my  feet  have  swerved, 
His  chastening  turned  me  back; — 

That  more  and  more  a  Providence 

Of  love  is  understood, 
Making  the  springs  of  time  and  sense 

Sweet  with  eternal  good: — 

And  death  seems  but  a  covered  way 

Which  opens  into  light, 
Wherein  no  blinded  child  can  stray 

Bevond  the  Father's  sight; — 

That  care  and  trial  seem  at  last, 
Through  memory's  sunset  air, 

Like  mountain  ranges  overpast, — 
The  purple  distance  fair; 

That  all  the  jarring  notes  of  life 

Seem  blending  in  a  psalm. 
And  all  the  angles  of  the  strife 

Now  rounding  into  calm. 

And  so  the  shadows  fall  apart. 
And  so  the  west  winds  play; 

And  all  the  windows  of  my  heart 
I  open  to  the  day. 

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Poems  of  Dawn, 

OUR  BLESSED  HOPE. 

TTTHAT  though  this  earthly  house  of  clay 
>  V       Sink  into  ruin  and  decay, 
Though  health  and  vigor  pass  away, 
Christ  is  my  life. 

What  though  fond  dreams  of  youth  are  fled, 
The  light  that  shone  upon  my  head 
Extinguished  and  forever  dead, 
Christ  is  my  light. 

What  though  bright  hopes  now  withered  lie, 
Like  autumn  leaves,  all  sere  and  dry, 
Or  meteors  vanished  from  the  sky, 
Christ  is  my  hope. 

What  though  rude  billows  round  me  roll. 
His  voice  the  tempest  can  control; 
They  ruffle  not  my  tranquil  soul: 
Christ  is  my  peace. 

What  though  dear  friends  I  once  caressed 
Within  the  silent  grave  now  rest, 
The  valley  clods  above  them  pressed, 
Christ  eve}'  lives. 

What  though  perplexing  paths  appear, 
God's  word,  a  lamp,  makes  all  things  clear; 
Onward  I  pass,  nor  evil  fear — 
Christ  is  7ny  way. 

What  though  the  darkness  deeper  grows, 
And  foes  more  active  to  oppose, 
God's  truth  provides  a  sweet  repose: 
Christ  shall  appea?\ 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 
RESURRECTION. 


I  MOURNED  the  summer  rose  that  died; 
I  said:  "It  will  return  no  more." 
But  lo  !  its  beauty  glorified 

I  saw  next  summer's  sun  restore. 

New-born,  it  crowned  with  radiant  grace 
The  stalk  where  last  year's  blossom  came; 

I  marked  its  hues,  I  knew  its  face; 

'Twas  the  same  rose — yet  not  the  same. 

I  could  not  trace  amid  its  bloom 

The  atoms  of  a  former  flower, 
Nor  tell  what  waste  from  nature's  tomb 

Had  robed  it  for  its  perfect  hour. 

I  asked  not  if  its  form  expressed 
The  very  substance  that  decayed — 

But  there,  in  every  trait  confessed. 
My  lovely  favorite  stood  displayed. 

And  when  I  knew  the  parent  tree 

Had  planned  the  rose  ere  spring  begun, 

To  set  its  prisoned  being  free, 
I  felt  the  old  and  new  were  one. 

O  !  not  in  watched  and   labeled  dust 
Lies  beauty's  resurrection  form; 

Live  in  God's  mind  her  likeness  must, 
His  memory  keeps  her  ashes  warm. 

There  is  no  pattern  lost;  where'er 

The  perished  parcel  blends  with  earth, 

The  cast  no  changes  can  impair. 
Nor  death  deface  the  seal  of  birth. 
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Poems  of  Dawn. 

Of  every  face  that  fades  away, 

Somehow,  in  custody  divine, 
The  mold  that  shaped  the  featured  clay 

Preserves  its  picture,  line  for  line. 

What  though  this  dust,   dispersed  complete, 
Shall  never,  grain  for  grain,  be  found? 

'Tis  but  the  shoes  the  pilgrim's  feet 
Put  off  to  walk  on  holy  ground — ■ 

Where,  ever  from  the  grave  estranged, 

To  life  awaked,  he  only  knows 
New  grace  hath  clothed  his  form  and  changed 

The  faded  to  the  freshened  rose. 


THE  LORD  MY  SHEPHERD. 


THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  feeds  me, 
And  I  no  want  shall  know; 
He  in  green  pastures  leads  me. 
By  streams  which  gently  flow. 

He  doth,  when  ill  betides  me, 
Restore  me  from  distress; 

For  his  name's  sake  he  guides  me 
In  paths  of  righteousness. 

His  rod  and  staff'  shall  cheer  me. 
When  passing  death's  dark  vale; 

My  Lord  will  still  be  near  me, 
And  I  shall  fear  no  ill. 

My  food  he  doth  appoint  me, 
Prepared  before  my  foes; 

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Poems  of  Dawn. 

With  oil  he  doth  annoint  me; 
My  cup  of  bliss  overflows. 

His  goodness  shall  not  leave  me, 
His  mercy  still  shall  guide, 

Till  God's  house  shall  receive  me. 
Forever  to  abide. 


THERE  are  great  truths  that  pitch  their  shining 
tents 
Outside  our  walls,  and  though  but  dimly  seen 
In  the  gray  dawn,  they  will  be  manifest 
When  the  light  widens  into  perfect  day. 


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HYiVEMS  OK  DAWN 


ABIDE  SWEET  SPIRIT. 

Old  Hundred.     L.  M. 

(g.  h.  I ;  J.  h.  17;  e.  H.  I.) 

ABIDE,  sweet  vSpirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

Lead  us  in  holiness,  the  road 
Which  we  must  keep  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  in  Christ,  the  living  way; 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

Teach  us  in  watchfulness  and  prayer 
To  wait  for  thine  appointed  hour; 
And  fit  us  by  thy  grace  to  share 
The  triumphs  of  thy  conq'ring  power. 

197 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
2.  REMEMBER  ME. 

Bale?'ma.   C.  M, 
(g.  H.  I;  J.  H.  17;  E.  H.  I.) 

ACCORDING  to  thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take. 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  Sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  thee. 

5  Remember  thee  and  all  thy  pains. 

And  all  thy  love  to  me; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

6  Then  of  thy  grace  Til  know  the  sum. 

And  in  thy  likeness  be. 
When  thou  hast  in  thy  kingdom  come 
And  dost  remember  me. 

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3. 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
COME  TO  ME. 

(G.  H.    34.) 

AH  !  my  heart  is  heavy  laden, 
Weary  and  oppresssed. 
Come  to  me,  saith  One,  and  coming. 
Be  at  rest. 

2  Hath  he  marks  to  lead  me  to  him. 

If  he  be  my  guide? 
In  his  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  his  side. 

3  Is  there  diadem,  as  monarch, 

That  his  brow  adorns  ? 
Yes,  a  crown  in  very  surety. 
But  of  thorns ! 

4  If  I  find  him,  if  I  follow. 

What's  my  portion  here? 
Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  conflict, 
Many  a  tear. 

5  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  him, 

What  have  I  at  last? 
Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended 
Jordan  past ! 

6  If  I  ask  him  to  receive  me. 

Will  he  say  me  nay? 
Not  till  earth  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away  ! 

199 


A' 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
Wi  GOAL  IS  CHRIST. 

(W.   H.  79.) 

H  !  tell  me  not  of  gold  or  treasure, 
Of  pomp  and  beauty  here  on  earth: 
There's  not  a  thing  that  gives  me  pleasure 
Of  all  this  world  displays  for  worth. 

Ref. — Each  heart  will  seek  and  love  its  own; 
My  goal  is  Christ,  and  Christ  alone. 

2  The  world  and  her  pursuits  will  perish; 

Her  beauty's  fading  like  a  flower; 
The  brightest  schemes  that  earth  can  cherish 
Are  but  the  pastimes  of  an  hour. 

3  Against  this  tower  there's  no  prevailing; 

His  kingdom  passes  not  away; 
His  throne  abides,  despite  assailing, 
From  henceforth  unto  endless  day. 

4  And  tho'  a  pilgrim  I  must  wander, 

Still  absent  from  the  One  I  love, 
He  soon  will  have  me  with  him  yonder 
In  his  own  glory-realms  above. 
Triumphantly  I  therefore  ow^n, 
My  goal  is  Christ,  and  Christ  alone. 


5. 


BOUGHT  WITH  A  PRICE. 

Dundee.   C.  AL     (o.  H.  Ill  ;  w.  H.  13,) 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


Hymns  of  Dazun. 

Cho. — Jesus  died  for  you, 

And  Jesus  died  for  me; 

Yes,  Jesus  died  for  all  mankind: 

Praise  God  !  salvation's  free. 

2  It  was  because  we  were  undone 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree. 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Jesus,  God's  Anointed,  died, 
For  man,  undone  by  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears; 
Dissolve   my  heart   in  thankfulness, 
And  melt   mine  eyes    to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe; 
Here  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


6.  A  LITTLE  FLOCK. 

Evan.     C.  M. 
(g.  H.  107  ;  E.  H.  43.) 
LITTLE  flock;  so  calls  he  thee, 


A 


W^ho  bought  thee  with  his  blood; 


A  little  flock  disowned  of  men. 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 
201 


Hyjuns  of  Dawn. 

3  A  little  flock,  so  calls  he  thee; 
Church  of  the  firstborn,  hear  I 
Be  not  ashamed  to  own  the  name; 
It  is  no  name  of  fear. 

3  Not  many  rich  or  noble  called, 
Not  many  great  or  wise; 

Those  whom  God  makes  his  kings  and   priests 
Are  poor  in  human  eyes. 

4  But  the  Chief  Shepherd  comes  at  length; 
Her  feeble  days  are  o'er; 

With  glory  crowned,  and  sceptre's  strength, 
She  reigns  forevermore. 


T. 


A  LITTLE  WHILE. 

(G.  H.  399.) 


U 


A  LITTLE  w^hile;"  now    he    has  com 
The  hour  draws  on  apace — 
The  blessed  hour,  the  glorious  morn, 

When  we  shall  see  his  face. 
How  light  our  trials  then  will  seem  ! 

How  short  our  pilgrim  way  ! 
The  life  of  earth  a  fitful  dream, 
Dispelled  by  dawning  day  ! 

Cho. — Then,  O  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  show 
Thy  glory  and  thy  light, 
And  take  God's  longing  children  home, 
And  end  earth's  weary  night. 

2  "A  little  while;"  with  patience,  Lord, 
I  fain  would  ask,  "How  long.^" 


Hynuis  of  Dawn. 

For  how  can  I,  with  such  a  hope 

Of  glory  and  of  home, 
With  such  a  joy  awaitin^  me, 

Not  wish  the  hour  were  come? 
How  can  I  keep  the  longing  back, 

And  how  suppress  the  groan  ? 

Yet  peace,  my  heart !   and  hush,  my  tongue  ! 

Be  calm,  my  troubled  breast ! 
Each  passing  hour  prepares  thee  more 

For  everlasting  rest. 
Thou  knowest  well,  the  time  thy  God 

Appoints  for  thee  is  best. 
The  morning  star  already  shines; 

The  sflow  is  in  the  east. 


8,  ALL  FOR  JESUS. 

(W.  H.    63.) 

ALL  for  Jesus  !  all  for  Jesus  ! 
All  my  being's  ransomed  pow'rs; 
All  my  thoughts   and  words   and  doings. 
All  my  days  and  all  my  hours. 
All  for  Jesus  I  all  for  Jesus  ! 
All  my  days  and  all  my  hours. 

2  Let  my  hands  perform  his  bidding; 
Let  my  feet  run  in  his  ways; 
Let  my  eyes  see  Jesus  only; 

Let  my  lips  speak  forth  his  praise. 

All  for  Jesus  !  all  for  Jesus  I 
Let  my  lips  speak  forth  his  praise. 

203 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Since  my  eyes  were  fixed  on  Jesus, 
I've  lost  sight  of  all  beside — 

So  enchained  my  spirit's  vision, 
Looking  at  the  crucified. 

All  for  Jesus  !  all  for  Jesus  ! 
All  for  Jesus  crucified  ! 


9.  THE  MIGHTY  TO  SAVE. 

Contrast.    8.     (j.  H.  Z3^ ;  s.  P.  1036.) 

ALL  glory  to  Jesus  be  given, 
That  life  and  salvation  are  free, 
And  all  may  be  washed  and  forgiven; 
Yes,  Jesus  has  saved  even  me. 

Cho. — Christ  Jesus  is  mighty  to  save, 
And  all  his  salvation  may  know. 
On  his  merit  I  lean,  and  his  blood   makes 

me  clean. 
Yes,    his   blood   has   washed   whiter   than 

snow. 

3   From  the  darkness  of  sin  and  despair, 
Out  into  the  light  of  his  love, 
He  has  brought  me  and  made  me  an  heir 
To  kingdoms  and  mansions  above. 

3  O  !  the  rapturous  heights  of  his  love, 

The  measureless  depths  of  his  grace  ! 
My  soul  all  his  fulness  would  prove, 
And  live  in  his  loving  embrace. 

4  In  him  all  my  wants  are  supplied, 

His  love  starts  my  heaven  below, 
And  freely  his  blood  is  applied, 

His  blood  that  makes  whiter  than  snow. 

20^ 


Hymns  of  Daiun. 
10,  ALL  HAIL. 

Coi'onatioJi,      C.  M. 
(g.  h.  Ioi  ;  K.  H.  65  ;  j.  H.  156.) 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall. 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  saints,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  baU, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


11,  SING  TO  THE  LORD. 

Old  Hundred.     L.  31. 
(g.  h.  I  ;  e.  h.  I ;  J.  H.  17.) 

ALL  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice: 
Him  serve  with  fear,  his  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  him  and  rejoice. 

2  The  Lord  ye  know  is  God  indeed; 
Without  our  aid  he  did  us  make; 

205 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

We  are  his  flock,  he  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  his  sheep  he  doth  us  take. 

3  O  I  enter  then  his  gates  with  praise, 
Approach  with  joy  his  courts  unto: 
Praise,  laud,  and  bless  his  name  always; 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

^   For  why.''     The  Lord  our  God  is  good, 
His  mercy  is  forever  sure; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 


12, 


ALL  THE  WAY. 

(g.  H.  6o;  E.  H.  176.) 

A  LL  the  way  my  Savior  leads  me: 
^     What  have  I  to  ask  beside.^ 
Can  I  doubt  his  tender  mercy, 

Who  thro'  life  has  been  my  guide? 
Heavenly  peace,  divinest  comfort, 

Here  by  faith  in  him  to  dwell ! 
For  I  know,  whatever  befall  me, 

Jesus  doeth  all  things  well. 

All  the  w^ay  my  Savior  leads  me; 

Cheers  each  winding  path  I  tread; 
Gives  me  grace  for  every  trial; 

Feeds  me  with  the  living  bread; 
Though  my  weary  steps  may  falter, 

And  my  soul  a  thirst  may  be. 
Gushing  fiom  the  Rock  before  me, 

Lo  !  a  spring  of  joy  I  see. 

206 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

All  the  way  my  vSavior  leads  me; 

O  !  the  fulness  of  his  love  ! 
Perfect  rest  to  me  is  promised 

In  my  Father's  house  above. 
When  my  spirit,  clothed  immortal, 

Wings  its  flight  to  realms  of  day, 
This  my  song  through  endless  ages — 

Jesus  led  me  all  the  way. 


13. 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

Arlington.       C.  M. 
(g.  H.  115;  E.  H.  214.) 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  borne  to  Paradise 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
W^hile  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  Word. 

207 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

5   When  thine  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thv  saints  shall  shine,  ! 

And  shouts  of  victory  rend  the  skies.  ' 

The  glory,  Lord,  be  thine. 


14. 


FULL  SURRENDER. 

Boy  I  St  on.     S.  J/. 

(j.  H.  266;  E.  H.   114.) 

AND  can  I  yet  delay  j 

My  little  all  to  give?  | 

To  wean  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Though  late,  I  all  forsake; 

M}'  will,  my  all  resign: 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

3  Come  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove; 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 
• 

4  My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thy  love  to  fully  know; 
Nor  seek  I  longer  other  bliss, 
Or  other  good  below. 

5  My  life,  my  portion  thou; 

Thou  all-sufficient  art: 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 

208 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
HOPE  IN  CHRIST. 

Hendon.     7. 

(J.  H.  370;    O.  H.  425;  E.  H.  9.) 

ASK  ye  what  great  thing  I  know- 
That  delights  and  stirs  me  so? 
What  the  high  reward  I  win? 
Whose  the  name  I  glory  in? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

What  is  faith's  foundation  strong  ? 
What  awakes  my  lips  to  song  ? 
He  who  bore  my  sinful  load, 
Purchased  for  me  peace  with  God, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

Who  defeats  my  fiercest  foes? 
Who  consoles  my  saddest  woes? 
Who  revives  my  fainting  heart. 
Healing  all  its  hidden  smart? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

Who  is  life  in  life  to  me? 
Who  the  death  of  death  will  be  ? 
Who  will  place  me  on  his  right. 
With  the  countless  hosts  of  light? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

This  is  that  great  thing  I  know; 
This  delights  and  stirs  me  so; 
Faith  in  him  who  died  to  save. 
Him  who  triumphed  o'er  the  grave, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

209  (14) 


Hynms  of  Damn. 
16,        PRAYER  OF  THE  CONSECRATED. 

Parting  Hymn.     7,  6  I. 
(J.  n.  356;  G.  H.  317.) 

AS  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold; 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  thee. 

2.  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed. 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  Heaven  and  earth  adore; 
So  may  we,  with  willing  feet. 
Ever  seek  the  mercy-seat. 

3.  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare; 
So  may  we  w^ith  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasvires  bring, 
Christ,  to  thee,  our  glorious  King. 

4.  Holy  Savior,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way; 
Ancl,  when  earthly  things  are  past. 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide. 
Where  no  clouds  thy  glory  hide. 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
Yl^  PRAISE  HIS  NAME. 

St.  Thomas.     S.  M. 
(G.  H.  320;  J.  H.  274.) 

AWAKE  !  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Savior's  name. 

3   Come,  pilgrims  on  the  road 
To  Zion's  city,  sing: 
Rejoice  we  in  the  Lamb  of  God — 
In  Christ,  the  eternal  King. 

3  Soon  shall  each  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim; 
In  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


18,  JERUSALEM,  AWAKE ! 

U" oodworth.     L.  M. 
(G.  H.    54;    E.  H.    130.) 

AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake ! 
No  longer  in  the  dust  lie  down; 
The  garment  of  salvation  take. 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on. 

2   Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight. 
And  hides  the   promise  from  thine  eyes; 
Arise,  and  gladly  hail   the  light: 
The  ofieat  Deliverer  calls,  Arise  ! 


HyfHns  of  Dawn. 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair; 
And  now  receive  thy  liberty  ; 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 

4.  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace. 

Be  purged  from  every  sinful  stain; 
Behold  your  Lord  !  his  Word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallowed  name  in  vain. 


19,  HIS  LOVING  KINDNESS. 

Z.  M.     (S.  p.  307  ;  J.  H.  236.) 

AWAKE   my  soul,  in  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free ! 

His  loving  kindness,  loving  kindness, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes 
Combine  its  heav'nward  way  t'oppose, 
He  safely  leads  his  church  along: 

His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good  ! 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  when  earth's  rightful  King  shall  come, 
To  take  his  ransomed  people  home, 
I'll  sing  upon  that  blissful  shore, 
His  loving  kindness  evermore. 


20. 


AWAKE,  MY  SOUL. 

Ortonville.     C.  M. 
(E.  H.  58;  J.  H.  146;  s.  r.  355.) 


A  WAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
^  *-     And  press  with  vigor  on; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glory  bright, 

With  thee,  O  Lord,  we'll  gain. 
When  earth's  great  monarchs  shall  have  lost 
Their  glory  and  their  fame. 

5  Blest  Savior,  introduced  by  thee. 

Our  race  have  we  begun; 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  trophies  down. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn, 
21.  WONDROUS  GRACE. 

Dennis.     S.  M, 

(G.  H.  113;  K.  H.  259;   I.  H.  293.) 

BEHOLD,  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  members  of  a  fallen  race, 
To  make  them  sons  of  God. 

2  By  his  dear  Son  redeemed, 

By  grace  then  purified; 
What  favor  that  we  should  be  named 
For  Christ's  joint-heir  and  bride  ! 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made; 
But  when  we  see  our  Savior  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure; 
May  purify  our  souls  from  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  Now  in  our  Father's  love 

We  share  a  filial  part; 
He  grants  the  spirit  from  above 
To  dwell  within  each  heart. 

6  We  can  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne; 
Our  hearts  now  Abba,  Father,  cry. 
And  he  the  kindred  owns. 

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Hymns  of  Daiun. 
22.  BLESSED  BIBLE. 

Pieyel's  Hymn.     y. 
(g.  H.  214;  E-  H.   107;  J.  H.  377.) 

BLESSED  Bible,  preciousWord  ! 
Boon  most  sacred  from  the  Lord; 
Glory  to  his  name  be  given, 
For  this  choicest  gift  from  heaven. 

2  'Tis  a  ray  of  purest  light. 
Beaming  through  the  deptlis  of  night; 
Brighter  than  ten  thousand  gems 

Of  the  costliest  diadems. 

3  'Tis  a  fountain,  pouring  forth 
Streams  of  life  to  gladden  earth 
Whence  eternal  blessings  flow, 
Antidote  for  human  woe. 

4  'Tis  a  mine,  ay,  deeper   too, 
Than  can  mortal  ever  go; 
Search  we  may  for  many  years. 
Still  some  new,  rich  gem  appears. 


23.  CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

Dennis.     S.  M. 
(g.  h.  114;  E.  H.  259;  J.  H.  293.) 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

3   Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace. 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

3  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares, 

4  We  share  our  mutual  woes. 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

5  When  we  asunder  part, 

O  may  this  mutual  love 
Encourage  every  fainting  heart, 
His  zeal  and  faith  to  prove. 

6  Our  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  every  day, 
While  each  in  expectation  strives 
To  run  the  heavenly  way. 


24. 


THE  YEAR  OF  JUBILEE. 

Lennox.     C.  M. 

(g.  H.   119;   E.  H.   166;    J.  H.  338.) 

BLOW  ye    the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound;    • 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Returning  ransomed  sinners  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made; 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Returning  ransomed  sinners  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  through  his  blood, 

To  all  the  world  proclaim: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come. 
Returning  ransomed  sinners  home. 

4  Ye,  who  were  sold  for  naught, 

Whose  heritage  was  lost, 
May  have  it  back  unbought, 

A  gift  at  Jesus'  cost: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Returning  ransomed  sinners  home. 

5  The  seventh  trumpet  hear. 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace; 
Salvation  now  is  near; 

vSeek  ye  the  Savior's  face: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come. 
Returning  ransomed  sinners  home. 


25.  HOPE'S  CONSUMMATION. 

Marlow.     C.  31. 
(J-H.  229;  S.  P.  339.) 

BRIDE  of  the  Lamb,  awake !  awake ! 
Why  weep  for  sorrow  now  ? 
The  hope  of  glory,  Christ,  is  thine; 
A  child  of  glory,  thou. 

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Hymns  of  Daivn, 

Thy  spirit  through  the  lonely  night, 

From  earthly  joy  apart, 
Hath  sighed  for  one  that's  far  away, 

The  Bridegroom  of  thy  heart. 

But  see,  the  night  is  waning  fast, 

The  breaking  morn  is  here; 
And  Jesus  comes,  with  voice  of  love, 

Thy  drooping  heart  to  cheer. 

He  comes,  for  O  !  his  yearning  heart 

No  more  can  bear  delay. 
To  scenes  of  full  unmingled  joy 

To  call  his  bride  away. 

This  earth,  the  scene  of  all  his  woe, 

A  homeless  wild  to  thee. 
Full  soon  upon  his  heavenly  throne 

Its  rightful  King  shall  see. 

His  own  kind  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears. 

And  death  itself,  shall  die. 


26.  SAVIOR,  HELP  US. 

HarjHony — Oran.     y,6l. 
(J-  H.  379) 
'Y  thy  birth,  and  by  thy  tears; 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears; 
By  thy  condict  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power — 
Savior,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Savior,  help  us,  or  we  die. 

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B 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3   By  the  tenderness  that  wept 

O'er  the  grave  where  Laz'rus  slept; 
By  the  bitter  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  lost  abode — 
Savior,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Savior,  help  us,  or  we  die. 

3  By  thy  lonely  hour  of  prayer; 
By  thy  fearful  conflict  there; 
By  thy  cross  and  dying  cries; 
By  thy  one  great  sacriflce — 
Savior,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Savior,  help  us,  or  we  die. 

4  By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave; 
By  thy  power  the  lost  to  save; 
By  thy  high,  majestic  throne; 
By  the  empire  all  thine  own, — 
Savior,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Savior,  help  us,  or  we  die. 

5  By  thy  kingdom  promised  long; 
By  thy  power  to  right  each  wrong; 
By  thy  church  upon  thy  throne. 
Thou  wilt  seek  out  all  thine  own; 
Saving  all  of  those  w^ho  cry, 
Savior,  help  me,  or  I  die. 

27,  ALWAYS  REJOICING. 

A'uremburg.     j.     (j.  p.  378;  E.  H.  260.) 

pHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
^      As  we  journey  let  us  sing; 
Sing  our  Savior's  worthy  praise. 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Abra'm's  favored  seed  be  glad; 
One  with  Christ  ye  shall  be  made; 
He  our  human  flesh  assumed, 
And  our  ruined  souls  redeemed. 

Lift  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Zion's  city  is  in  sight; 
There  our  endless  home  shall  be; 
There  our  Lord  we  soon  shall  see. 

We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 

In  the  way  our  Savior  trod; 

In  the  hour  of  trial  we 

Watch  thy  footprints,  Lord,  to  see. 

Fear  not.  brethren,  joyful  stand, 
On  the  borders  of  our  land; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. 

Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below: 
Blessed  Christ,  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


28. 


ALL  TO  THEE. 

(g.    H.  21.) 


CHRIST  gave  his  life  for  me, 
His  precious  blood  he  shed. 
That  I  might  ransomed  be. 
And  quickened  from  the  dead. 
He  gave,  he  gave  his  life  for  me; 
How  grateful  I  should  be ! 


220 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

His  Father's  house  of  light, 
His  glory-circled  throne, 
He  left  for  earthly  night, 
For  wand'rings  sad  and  lone; 
He  left,  he  left  it  all  for  me. 
Have  I  left  all  for  thee? 

He  suffered  much  for  me. 
More  than  I  now  can  know, 
Of  bitterest  agony; 
He  drained  the  cup  of  woe; 
He  bore,  he  bore  it  all  for  me, 
What  have  I  borne  for  thee  ? 

He  now  has  brought  to  me, 

Dow:n  from  his  home  above. 

Salvation  full  and  free. 

Pardon  and  life  and  love. 

He  brings,  he  brings  rich  gifts  to  me- 

Lord,  I  give  all  to  thee. 


29,  DAWNING  DAY. 

Day  Dawn.     9,  8. 
(s.  p.  1420.) 

pHRISTIAN,   the  morn  breaks   sweetly  o'er 

^     thee, 

And  all  the  midnight  shadows  flee; 

Tinged  are  the  distant  skies  with  glory, 

A  beacon  light  hangs  out  for  thee. 

Arise,  arise,  the  light  breaks  o'er  thee. 

Bright  from  thy  everlasting  home; 

►Soon  shalt  thou  reach  thy  goal  of  glorv. 

Soon  shalt  thou  share  thv  Savior's  throne. 


Hy 77171  s  of  I) awn. 

Lift  up  thy  head;  the  day  breaks  o'er  thee: 
Bright  is  the  promised  shining  way  ! 
Light  from  heaven  is  streaming  for  thee; 
Lo  !  'tis  the  dawn  of  perfect  day- 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  in  hope  of  glory, 
Counting  all  else  but  vanity: 
Precious  this  truth;  O  seek  and  hold  it, 
And  send  it  forth  that  all  mav  see. 


30.  CHRIST  IS  COME. 

(G.  H.  Z2>^ 

CHRIST  is  come  !  now  let  creation 
From  her  groans  and  travail  cease; 
Let  the  glorious  proclamation 
Hope  restore  and  faith  increase. 

Cho. — Christ  is  come  !  Christ  is  come  ! 

Christ,  the  blessed  Prince  of  peace. 
Christ  is  come  !  Christ  is  come  ! 

Christ, the  blessed  Prince  of  peace. 

2  Earth  can  yet  but  read  the  story 

Of  his  cross  and  dying  pain; 

But  shall  soon  behold  his  glory; 

For  he  cometh  now  to  reign. 

3  Long  thine  exiles  have  been  pining. 

Far  from  rest  and  home  and  thee; 
But  in  heavenly  vesture  shining. 
Soon  they  shall  thy  glory  see. 

4  With  this  blessed  hope  before  us, 

Let  no  harp  remain  unstrung; 
Let  the  mighty  ransomed  chorus 

Onward  roll  from  tongue  to  tongue. 

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tTymns  of  Dawn. 
CHRIST'S  RESURRECTION. 

Sabbath  Morn.     y. 
(j.  H.  381  ;  E.  H.  35  ;  S.  P.  1062.) 

pHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Vy      Sons  of  men  and  angels  say; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high; 
Sing,  ye  heavens — and  earth,  reply. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done; 
Fought  the  battle;  victory  won: 
Lo  !  he's  risen  conqueror, 
And  shall  sink  in  death  no  more. 

Vain  the  watch,  the  seal,  the  stone; 
Christ  as  conqueror  is  known; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise; 
Soon  he'll  open  paradise. 

Lives  asfain  our  grlorious  King:; 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting  .^ 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save; 
Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  .^ 


32. 


THE  PROSPECT. 


C~^OME  all  ye  saints  to  Pisgah's  mountain, 
Come  view  our  home  beyond  the  tide: 
Millennial  Canaan  is  before  us, 

Soon  we'll  sing  on  the  other  side. 
O  there  see  the  "white  throne  of  glory. 

And  crowns  which  the  saints  then  shall  gain; 
And  all  who  shall  love  Christ's  appearing. 
Shall  be  blessed  b}'  his  glorious  reign. 
223 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Clio. — O  !  the  prospect !  it  is  so  transporting, 

Reapers,  hasten  the  gath'ring,  we  pray; 
We  rejoice  in  the  glory  that's  promised, 
And  the  dawn  of  millennial  day. 

3  Thence  springs  of  life  will  e'er  be  flowing, 

Robing  the  earth  in  living  green. 
Visions  of  beauty  rise  before  us 

When  the  King  and  the  saints  shall  reign. 
Soon  our  conflicts  and  toils  will  be  ended; 

We'll  be  tried  and  tempted  no  more, 
And  mankind  of  all  ages  and  nations 

Shall  be  blessed  in  that  triumphant  hour. 

3  Faith  now  beholds  salvation's  river, 

Gliding  from  underneath  the  throne. 
Bearing  its  life  to  whomsoever 

Will  return  to  his  Father's  home. 
They  will  walk  'mid  the  trees  by  the  rivers. 

With  the  friends  they  have  loved  by  their  side ; 
They  will  sing  the  glad  songs  of  salvation. 

And  be  ready  to  follow  their  guide. 


33.  BURIED  WITH  CHRIST. 

Old  Hundred.     L.  M. 
(G.  H.  I;  s.  P.  3;  J.  H.  ZZ;  E.  H.  I.) 

COME,  Jesus,  Master,  Sun  divine  ! 
On  these  baptismal  waters  shine. 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  life  impart. 
And  till  each  consecrated  heart. 

2   We  love  thy  name,  we  love  thy  laws. 
And  joyfully  embrace  thy  cause; 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Well  bear  the  cross,   the  shame,  the  pain, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  for  us  once  slain  ! 

3  We  sink  beneath  the  mystic  wave. 
Nor  would  we  seek  our  life  to  save; 
We  yield  our  will  to  thine  own  mould, 
Nor  would  we  seek  our  own  to  hold. 

4  And  as  we  rise  for  thee  to  live, 
O  let  the  Holy  Spirit  give 

The  sealing  unction  from  above. 
The  breath  of  life,  the  fire  of  lov«. 


34#  RENEWED  DEVOTEDNESS. 

(s.r.  1413.) 

COINIE,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue. 
Roll  round  with  the  year. 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill. 

And  our  talents  improve. 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2.  Our  life,  as  a  dream,  our  time,  as  a  stream 

Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moments  w^e  would  not  delay. 
Haste,  haste  ye  along,  dark  moments  be  gone. 

For  the  jubilee  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  its  dawm  is  now  here. 

3.  O  !  at  close  of  our  day  may  each  of  us  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through; 
I  have  finished   the   work  thou  didst    give  me 
to  do!" 

225  (15) 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

O  !  that  each   from   his   Lord   may   receive   the 

glad  word, 

''Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter     into     my    joy,    and    sit    down    on    my 

throne !" 


35. 


THE  PRIVILEGE  OF  PRAYER. 

Ilorton.     7. 
(e.  h.  io5;  S.  r.  1 1 13.) 

(^OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare; 
■^     Father  loves  to  answer  prayer. 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

Thou  art  coming  to  a  King; 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

Lord,  I  bring  my  burdens  all, 
On  thy  name  in  faith  I  call; 
Trusting  in  the  blood  once  spilt 
For  release  from  all  my  guilt. 

4  When  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
With  thy  favor  I  am  blest, 

Lord,  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  Ere  I  call,  the  answer  comes. 
Bringing  peace  'mid  earth's  alarms, 
God  my  inmost  thought  doth  read; 
Yes,  his  grace  is  all  I  need. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
36.  FREE  SALVATION. 

(C.  H.   134.) 

C^^OME,  sing  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
■'     Salvation  full  and  free; 
\       Proclaim  to  all  the  world  around, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  ! 

Clio. — Salvation,  salvation, 

The  grace  of  God  doth  bring; 
1^        vSalvation,  salvation, 
■  Through  Christ,  our  Lord  and  King. 

2  Ye  mournful  souls,  aloud  rejoice; 

Ye  blind,  your  Savior  see  ! 
Ye  pris'ners,  sing  with  thankful  voice, 
The  Lord  hath  made  you  free  ! 

3  With  rapture  swell  the  song  again, 

Of  Jesus'  dying  love; 
'Tis  peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
And  praise  to  God  above  ! 


37,  BOUNDLESS  GRACE- 

Nettleton.     ^S",  7,d. 

(E.  H.  166;  G.  H.   116;  S.  P.  849.) 

COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  a  song  to  raise, 
Streams  of  favor,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  notes  of  heart-felt  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet — 

Grace  to  gratitude  doth  move. 
Praise  thy  grace,  I   glory  in  it ! 
Grace  so  full  of  matchless  love. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Not  alone  hath  grace  redeemed  me, 

Bought  me  Vv'ith  Christ's  precious  blood, 
Sought  me  out  when  I,  a  stranger, 

Wandered  from  the  fold  of  God; 
But  beyond  this  great  salvation 

God  hath  shown  me  wondrous  grace — 
CalTd  me  with  a  heav'nly  calling. 

Ever  to  behold  his  face. 

0  !  to  grace  how^  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 

Lord,  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Binds  my  grateful  heart  to  thee. 

1  will  tread  the  way  appointed. 

Rough  and  thorny  though  it  be; 
In  the  steps  of  thine  Anointed; 
'Tis  my  privilege,  I  see. 


38. 


COME  YE  DISCONSOLATE. 

(g.  H.   197;  E.  H.   194.) 


COME,  ye  disconsolate  !  w^here'er  ye  languish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts;  here  tell  your 

anguish; 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,   light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure ! 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of    life,  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Come  to  the  feast  of  love,  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  hath  no  sorrows  but  heaven  can  remove. 


39. 


GOD  IS  LOVE. 

Balerma.     C.  M. 
(E.  H.  135;  J.  H.  163;  s.  P.  329.) 

COME,  ye  that  know  and  love  the  Lord, 
And  raise  your  thoughts  above; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord 
To  sing  that  "God  is  love." 

2  This  precious  truth  his  Word  declares. 

And  all  his  mercies  prove; 
Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts,  appears, 
To  show  that  "God  is  love." 

3  Behold  his  patience,  bearing  long 

With  those  who  from  him  rove; 
Soon  he'll  instruct  earth's  mighty  throng. 
And  teach  them  "God  is  love." 


40. 


LET  PRAISE  ABOUND. 

Laban.     S.  J/. 

(G.  H.   112;  J.  H.  304;  S.  p.  557.) 

COME  ye  that  love  the  Lord 
And  let  your  songs  abound, 
With  heart  and  voice  in  sweet  accord, 
Now  spread  his  fame  around. 

Let  all  his  children  sing 

Glad  songs  of  praise  to  God. 

Yes,  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
Should  tell  their  joys  abroad. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

3  The  God  whose  plan  so  high 

Outstrips  our  highest  thought, 
To  whom  we  may  in  prayer  draw  nigh, 
Assured  we're  not  forgot; 

4  This  loving  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend; 
He  doth  employ  his  heavenly  powers 
To  guide  us  to  the  end. 

t;   Soon  we  shall  see  his  face 

And  know  his  matchless  worth. 
And  through  his  all-abounding  grace 
Show  all  his  glories  forth. 

6  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss, 
With  constant  joys  elate. 

7  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dr}  ; 
We're  trav'ling  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  prospects  nigh. 


4:1,  AWAKE  FROM  THY  SADNESS. 

Richland,     ii. 
(J-  H.  515.) 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness ! 
Awake  !   for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more; 
Bright  o'er  the  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  glad- 
ness, 

230 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Arise!  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 
Daughter  of  Zion  !  &c. 

3  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  sub- 
dued them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,   was  mightier  far; 

They  fled  like  the  chaft'  from  the  scourge  that 
pursued  them: 

Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 
Daughter  of  Zion  !  &c. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion !  the  power   that  hath  saved 

thee 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be ; 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  &c. 


42.         OUR  CONSECRATION  PLEDGE. 

Hamburg.     L.  M. 
(g,  h.  400 ;  J.  H.  49 ;  S.  P.  22.) 

jEAR  Savior,  we  thy  will  obey; 

Not  of  constraint,  but  with  delight, 
Thy  servants  hither  come  to-day. 
To  honor  thine  appointed  rite. 


D^ 


2  O   sacred  rite !  by  thee  to  own 

The  name  of  Jesus  we  begin; 
This  is  our  consecration  pledge. 
And  symbol  of  our  hope  in  him. 

3  We  count  ourselves  as  dead  to  sin, 

And  thus  we're  buried  with  our  Lord: 


Hymns  of  JDaivti. 

We  plunge  into  the  cleansing  flood, 
And  rising,  live  henceforth  to  God. 

No  more  let  sin  and  self-will  reign 
Over  our  bodies,  reckoned  dead; 

But  overcoming  day  by  day. 

We'll  grow  into  our  living  Head. 


43.  COMFORT  IN  SORROW. 

Federal  Street.     L.  M. 
(s.  p.  60.) 

DEEM  not  that  they  are  blest  alone, 
Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep; 
The  anointed  Son  of  God  makes  known 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears; 
And  weary  hours  of  toil  and  pain 
Forerunners  are  of  happier  years. 

3  Yes,  a  bright  day  of  peaceful  rest 

Succeeds  this  dark  and  troubled  night; 
Though  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 
Yet  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  Let  not  the  Christian's  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny; 

Though  with  a  sinking,  fainting  heart, 

He  sometimes  almost  longs  to  die; 

5  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrovv^ing  day, 

And  numbered  every  secret  tear; 
And  blissful  ages  yet  shall  pay 
For  all  his  children  sufler  here^ 


44. 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 
THE  WARFARE. 

Dover.     S.  M.     (e.  h.  92  ) 

UQ^UIP  me  for  the  war, 
-Lv     And  teach  me  how  to  fight: 
My  mind  and  heart,  O  Lord,  prepare, 
And  o^uide  my  words  arig^ht. 


2  With  cahii  and  tempered  zeal, 

Let  me  proclaim  thy  plan; 
And  vindicate  thy  gracious  will 
Which  offers  life  to  man. 

3  O  !  may  I  love  like  thee. 

In  love  declare  thy  ways, 
And  help  the  blinded  ones  to  see 
Thy  truth  declares  thy  praise. 

4  And  teach  me,  Lord,  the  art 

With  wisdom  to  remove 
The  errors  that  deceive  the  heart, 
And  truth  to  clearly  prove. 

5  O  !  arm  me  with  the  mind. 

Meek  Lamb,  that  was  in  thee; 
And  let  my  fervent  zeal  be  joined 
With  grace  and  charity. 

6  Control  my  every  thought, 

My  talents  all  enlist;  ^ 

And  may  my  zeal,  to  judgment  brought, 
Prove  true  beneath  thy  test. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
45,  HIS  LOVE  MAKE  KNOWN. 

Duke  Street.     L.  M. 

(j.  H.  39;  E.  H.  5.)      WARE.      (S.  P.  29I.) 

ETERNAL  God,  celestial  King, 
Exalted  be  thy  glorious  name; 
While  hosts  in  heaven  thy  praises  sing. 
Let  saints  on  earth  thy  love  proclaim. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God; 

I  rest  my  hope  on  thee  alone; 
I'll  spread  thy  sacred  truths  abroad, 

And  to  mankind  thy  love  make  known. 

3  Awake,  my  tongue;  awake,  my  lyre; 

With  morning's  earliest  dawn  arise; 
To  songs  of  joy  my  soul  inspire. 
And  swell  your  music  to  the  skies. 

•4  With  those  who  in  thy  grace  abound, 
To  thee  I'll  raise  my  thankful  voice; 
May  every  land,  the  earth  around. 
Yet  hear,  and  in  thy  name  rejoice. 


46.  SUN  OF  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

Dundee.     C.  M. 
(g.  H.  Ill ;  s.  r.  319;  J.  H.  180.) 

ETERNAL  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glories  of  thy  face 
Upon  our  hearts  to  shine. 

2  Light  in  thy  light,  O  may  we  see, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blest  by  thee, 
God  of  abounding  love. 

3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene. 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Father  reconciled. 

4  That  all-comprising  peace  bestow 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiven; 
The  joys  of  holiness  bestow, 
The  precious  joys  of  heaven. 


47. 


JESUS  IS  MINE. 

(W.  H.   I02.) 

FADE  !  fade,  each  earthly  joy, 
Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Break  every  tender  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Dark  is  the  wilderness. 
Absent  the  resting  place; 
Jesus  alone  can  bless: 
Jesus  is  mine ! 

Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
He  is  my  only  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Perishing  things  of  clay. 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Mine  is  a  dawning  light, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried 
Left  but  an  aching  void; 
Jesus  has  satisfied, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

4  Farewell,  mortality ! 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Welcome,  eternity ! 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Welcome,  ye  scenes  of  rest ! 
Welcome,  ye  mansions  blest  I 
God's  love  is  manifest. 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 


48.  COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

Rockingham.     L.  M. 
(g.  h.  103;  E.  H.  151  ;  J.  H.  44.) 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone  ! 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone; 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Savior  see; 
I  wait  to  visit,  Lord,  with  thee. 

2  O  !  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
Enkindle  more  of  pure  desire: 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above. 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  now  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine; 


ITymns  of  Dawn. 

Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored. 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 


49.  THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 

Dundee.     C.  M. 
(c.  H.  Ill ;  J.  H.  i8o;  s.  p.  319.) 

CATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  Word 
A       What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

z  'Tis  here  the  Savior's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  O  !  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

4  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  Word, 
And  view  my  Savior  here. 


50.  CONSECRATION. 

Naomi.     C.  M. 
(e.  H.  181  ;  J.  H.  149.) 

CATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
J-       Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  thought  that  thou  art  mine 

My  every  hour  attend; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


51.  THY  WILL  BE  DONE. 

Autumn.  S,  y 
(g.  h.  420;  E.  H.  67;  s.  r.  795.) 

FATHER,  while  our  eyes  are  weeping 
O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won. 
We  would,  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
Calmly  say,  "Thy  wall  be  done." 

2  Though  cast  down,  we're  not  forsaken; 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone: 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken; 
Blessed  Lord,  "Thy  will  be  done." 

3  Though  to-day  we're  filled  with  mourning, 

Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne; 
With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 
We  can  sing,  "Thy  will  be  done." 

4  By  thy  hands  the  boon  was  given; 

Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own: 
Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven. 
Evermore,  "Thy  will  be  done." 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
52.  CLEANSE  ME. 

Howard.     C.  M.     (j.  H.  205.) 

FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  wounded  side; 
This  all  my  hope  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Savior  died. 

2  My  dying  Savior  and  my  Lord, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood; 
O  !  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and   make   me  thus   thine  own; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone — 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


53. 


FOREVER  WITH  THE  LORD. 

Boy  1st  on.     S.  M. 

(k.  h.  114,  J.  H.  266;  G.  H.  113.) 

''  COREVER  with  the  Lord  !  " 
1       Amen,  so  let  it  be  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Here  we  are  being  spent, 

As  pilgrims  here  we  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  our  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  ''Forever  with  the  Lord!" 

Father,  thy  blessed  will 
We're  learning  daily  through  thy  Word, 
And  seeking  to  fulfill. 

4  And  when  our  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 
Through  merit  of  our  Savior's  death 
We  hope  this  bliss  to  gain. 

5  With  thee  the  promised  throne 

Then  evermore  to  share. 
We'll  gladly  make  thy  glory  known, 
Thy  praises  everywhere. 


54.  ONCE  FOR  ALL. 

(a  H.  i6.) 

FREE  from  the  law,  O  happy  condition  ! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  hath  purchased  remission; 
Cursed  by  God's  law  and  bruised  by  the  fall, 
Grace  hath  redeemed  us  once  for  all. 

Cpio. — Once  for  all !  O  yes  !  we  believe  it; 
Once  for  all !  by  faith  we  receive  it; 
Lo,  at  his  cross  all  burdens  will  fall, 
Christ  hath  redeemed  us  once  for  all. 

2  Now  we  are  free,  there's  no  condemnation; 
Jesus  will  soon  perfect  our  salvation; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

His  kingdom  soon  shall  rule  over  all, 
Saving  the  willing  from  the  fall. 

3  Children  of  God,  O  glorious  calling ! 
Surely  his  grace  will  keep  us  from  falling: 
Passing  from  death  to  life  at  his  call, 
Blessed  salvation  !  once  for  all. 


I 


55.  PRAISE  THE  LORD! 

Dtike  Street.     L.  M. 
(E.  H.  5  ;  s.  p.  76 ;  J.  H.  39.) 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung. 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore. 
From  age  to  age  forevermore. 

3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring; 
In  songs  of  praise  exulting  sing; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  ever  praise  the  Savior's  name. 

4  In  every  land  begin  the  song; 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong; 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise. 
And  fill  the  world  with  joyful  praise. 

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Hymns  of  3aWH. 
56.  THE  MERCY  SEAT. 

ketreat.   L.  M.   (E.  h.  1 98.) 

FRO]M  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercv-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercv-seat. 

3  O  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed? 
Or  how  would  hosts  of  foes  defeat. 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat? 

4  There,  there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glorv  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


G^ 


57,  DIVINE  PROVIDENCE. 

Laban^   S.  M. 
(G.  H.  112;  J.  H.  304;  S.  P.  557.) 

IVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy    tears 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms. 
He  gently  clears  thy  way; 
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1^0 ems  of  Dawn. 

Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart? 

Still  sinks  thy  spirit  down? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
And  every  care  be  gone. 

4  Leave  to  his  sovereign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command: 
So  shalt  thou  gladly  own  his  way. 
How  wise,  how  strong  his  hand  ! 

5  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear. 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought 
That  caused  thv  needless  fear. 


58.  DION'S  GLORIOUS  HOPE. 

Stinny  Side.     8,  7  d.     (j.  H.  441.) 
Hancen.     (s.  P.  1068.) 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God. 
He  whose  w^ord  cannot  be  broken 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded. 

Naught  can  shake  thy  sure  repose; 
With  Salvation's  walls  surrounded. 
Thou  shalt  triumph  o'er  thy  foes. 

2   Built  upon  this  sure  foundation, 
Zion  shall  in  glory  rise; 
Men  shall  call  thy  walls  Salvation, 
And  thy  gates  shall  be  named  Praise. 

243 


Hy7nns  of  Dawn, 

The  redeemed  of  every  nation 
Shall  with  joy  thy  glory  see, 

And  find  rest  from  tribulation, 
Hope  and  life  and  peace  in  thee. 

Then  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Will  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  need  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  to  assuage? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

Who  would  faint  while  such  a  prospect 

Urges  on  to  faithfulness. 
Though  thy  present  mournful  aspect 

Seem  no  cause  for  thankfulness? 
Look  not  at  the  things  beside  thee; 

Those  behind  thee  have  no  worth: 
Let  the  glorious  hope  before  thee 

Fill  thy  heart  with  rapturous  mirth. 


59.  WORTHY,  THE  LAMB! 

New  Haven. 
(G.  H.  117.) 

pLORY  to  God  on  high! 

VJ"     Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

"Praise  ye  his  name  !" 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore; 
Sing  loud  forevermore, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

While  the  blest  heavenly  throng 
Gratefully  join  in  song, 

Praising  his  name — 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  w^ith  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Make  earth  a  holy  place, 

Praising  his  name. 
In  him  let  all  rejoice, 
Singing  with  heart  and  voice — 
Christ  is  our  blessed  choice, 

"Worthy  our  King!" 

Soon  shall  all  sorrow  cease; 
For  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace 

Cometh  to  reign; 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring; 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King; 
We'll  through  all  ages  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 


G' 


60.  GO  BURY  THY  SORROW! 

(G.  H.  6l.) 

O  bury  thy  sorrow, 

The  world  has  its  share; 
Go  bury  it  deeply. 

Go  hide  it  with  care; 
Go  think  of  it  calmly, 

When  curtained  by  night. 
Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 

And  all  will  be  right. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 

He  knoweth  thy  grief; 
Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 

He'll  send  thee  relief; 
Go;  gather  the  sunshine 

He  sheds  on  thy  way; 
He'll  lighten  thy  burden, 

Go,  weary  one,  pray. 

Hearts  growing  aweary 
With  heavier  woe. 

Now  droop  'mid  the  darkness- 
Go,  comfort  them,  go  ! 

Go  bury  thy  sorrows, 
Let  others  be  blest; 

Go,  give  them  the  sunshine; 
Tell  Jesus  the  rest. 


61,  OUR  REFUGE. 

Ward.     L.  M.     (J.  H.  38;  s.  P.  47.) 

GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 
When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints. 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God 
With  peace,  and  joy  and  blessing  now. 
E'en  in  our  narrow  trial  road. 

3  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  Word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford. 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

2^6 


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62. 


Hymns  of  Daw7i. 
WONDROUS  LOVE- 

(G.  H.  30.) 

GOD  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost, 
And  ruined  by  the  fall; 
Salvation  full  at  highest  cost, 
He  offers  free  to  all. 


Cho. — O  !  'twas  love,  'twas  wondrous  love. 
The  love  of  God  to  me; 
It  brought  my  Savior  from  above 
To  die  on  Calvary. 

2  E'en  now  by  faith  I  claim  him  mine. 
The  risen  Son  of  God; 

Redemption  by  his  death  I  find, 
And  cleansing  through  his  blood. 

3  Love  brings  the  glorious  fulness  in, 
And  to  his  saints  makes  known 

The  blessed  rest  from  inbred  sin, 
Through  faith  in  Christ  alone. 

4  Believing  souls,  rejoicing  go; 
There  shall  to  you  be  given 

A  glorious  fortaste,  even  now. 
The  peace  and  joy  of  heaven. 

5  Of  victory  now  o'er  Satan's  power 
Let  all  the  ransomed  sing. 

And  triumph  now  in  every  hour, 

Through  Christ,  the  Lord,  our  King. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
63.  HE  WILL  MAKE  IT  PLAIN. 

Arlington,     C.  M. 
(g.  h.  115  ;  E.  H.  214;  J.  H.  142.) 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill. 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter. 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
64:«  TO  THEE  I  CALL. 

Federal  Street.     L.  M.     (s.  r.  60.) 

GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call; 
Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall; 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  shall  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint? 
Where,  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor.^ 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  pier..'' 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain. 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain.'* 

4  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not; 
And  he  is  safe  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom   the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 


65.  I  WILL  PRAISE  THEE. 

IVelton.     L.  M.     (s.  P.  13.) 
Hebron,     (j.  H.  38;  s.  r.  38;  g,  h.  212.) 

GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light. 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  make  me  sore  distrest, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high. 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 
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3  Were  half  the  breath  that's  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me. 

4  Yes,  done  for  me  ;     Lord,  I  confess 
Thy  wisdom  and  thy  righteousness, 
And  all  my  days  shall  therefore  be 
Of  praise  a  tribute,  Lord,  to  thee. 


G" 


66.  THE  SWEET  BY-AND-BY. 

(G.  H.  204;  E.  H.   277;  \V.  H.   16.) 

OD  has  promised  a  glorious  day, 

And  by  faith  we  now  see  it  draw  near; 
Our  Redeemer  has  opened  the  way, 
And  soon  will  its  glory  appear. 

Cho. — In  the  sweet  by  and  by. 

We  shall  meet  to  be  parted  no  more: 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by. 

We  shall  meet  on  eternity's  shore. 

2  There  the  dead  shall  arise  from  the  tomb. 

And  the  living  to  health  be  restored; 
And  away  from  all  sorrow  and  gloom, 
They'll  be  led  by  the  life-giving  Lord. 

3  A  highway  shall  there  be  cast  up. 

And  the  stones  shall  be  all  gathered  out; 
And  errors  no  weak  ones  shall  trip, 
And  no  lions  of  vice  stalk  about. 

4  There  nothing  shall  hurt  nor  offend. 

In  God's  kingdom  of  glory  and  peace; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

The  wicked  their  ways  shall  amend, 

And  the  righteous  their  joys  shall  increase. 

There  God's  hand  shall  all  tears  wipe  away; 

He'll  the  joys  of  his  favor  restore; 
And  the  light  of  that  glorious  day, 

Will  bring  life,  joy  and  peace  evermore. 


67.  DISCIPLINE. 

St.  Martin's.    C.  M.    (j.  H.  136.) 

GOD'S   hand  that   saves,   though  kind,  seems 
rough; 
His  methods  sometimes  rude; 
Frail  shrinking  nature  cries,  "Enough  !  " 
Yet  proves  the  Lord  is  good. 

2  The  temple  stones  God  now  prepares 

Oft  cry,  "You  hurt  me  sore;" 
The  Sculptor  seeks  their  perfectness, 
And  trims  them  more  and  more — 

3  Ll^ntil,  by  dint  of  strokes  and  blows. 

The  shapeless  mass  appears 

Symmetric,  polished,  beautiful. 

To  stand  th'  eternal  years. 

4  The  beaten  sheaves,  all   threshed  and  torn, 

And  trampled  under  feet. 
Yield  forth,  when  tribulation's  o'er. 
Their  grains  of  golden  wheat. 

5  Out  of  the  crushed  and  mangled  grapes, 

Comes  forth  the  sparkling  wine; 
If  God  but  still  my  portion  is. 
Be  such  experience  mine. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

6  Kept  while  the  furnace,  heated  white, 
Shall  purge  the  dross  away  ! 
Thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  true  and  right, 
And  brighter  every  day. 


68.  DIVINE  GRACE. 

Wondrous  Gift.    S.  3f.    (g.  h.  49.) 

GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  the  fallen  man; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  w^ork  shall  crown 

Through  everlasting  days; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  our  praise. 


69,  REST  IN  GOD. 

Hebron.  L.  M. 
(g.  h.  212;  J.  H.  22;  s.  P.  38.) 

GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3   Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God; 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travelers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  E'en  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 

No  lasting  pleasure  can  afford; 
Yea,  'twould  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banished  from  thee.  Lord. 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise: 
Thy  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days. 


70. 


HARVEST  TIME. 

Melniore.  L.  M.   (j.  H.  Ii8.) 


GREAT  Husbandman,  at  thy  command. 
Saints  sow^ed  thy  seed  with  liberal  hand- 
And,  mindful  of  thy  heavenly  call, 
Onward  they  went,   forsaking  all. 

3   On  through  the  sad  and  weary  years 
They  sow^ed  the  precious  seed  with  tears, 
And  stayed  their  hearts  in  faith  sublime 
With  prospects  of  the  harvest  time. 

3  No  longer  saints  in  sorrow  go, 
In  tears  and  sadness  forth  to  sow; 

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Hymns   of  Dawft. 

For  he  who  bade  them  sow  and  weep 
Hath  called  them  now  in  joy  to  reap. 

4  Now  doth  the  joyful  reaper  come 
Bearing  his  sheaves  in  triumph  home; 
The  voice  long  saddened  now  doth  sing, 
And  loud  their  songs  of  triumph  ring. 

^   E'en  here,  on  this  side  Jordan,  stand 
The  gathered  sheaves  from  every  land; 
And  he  that  sowed,  in  joy  doth  reap, 
And  harvest  home  together  keep. 


71,  GUIDE  ME. 

Zion.   8,  7,  4.  (e.  h.  156;  j.  h.  521  ;  s.  p.  814.) 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand. 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

3   Open  now  the  crystal  fountain. 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 
Let  the  fieiy,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  As  I  near  the  time  of  trouble. 
Bid  my  faith  in  thee  increase; 
While  the  thousands  round  are  falling. 
Keep  me,  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

Refuge  !  Fortress  ! 
Thou  hast  set  thy  love  on  me. 

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^2.  H^IL  TO  THE  BRIGHTNESS. 

//,  lO.       (J.  H.  577.) 

AIL  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morn- 


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Joy  to  the  lands  that  in   darkness  have  lain  ! 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning  ! 
Zion,  in  triumph,  begins  her  glad  reign. 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 
Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  ! 

Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning  ! 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

See,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing; 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are  ringing, 

Wastes  rise  in  verdure  and  mingle  in  song. 

See  the  dead  risen  from  land  and  from  ocean; 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high; 
Fall'n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion; 

Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 


H 


73.  CHRIST'S  GLORIOUS  REIGN. 

Greenland'' s  Icy  Mountains. 
(J.  H.  430;  s.  P.  779-) 
AIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Jehovah's  blessed  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed. 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captives  free. 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

To  him  let  praise  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend; 
His  kingdom,  still  increasing, 

Shall  be  without  an  end: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove; 
No;  it  shall  stand  forever, 

A  pledo^e  that  God  is  love. 


*74.  DIVINE  WISDOM. 

Uxbridge.     L.M.     (s.  P.  54;  J.  H.  43.) 

HAPPY  the  man  who  learns  to  trace 
The  leadings  of  Jehovah's  grace; 
By  wisdom  coming  from  above. 
He  reads  and  learns  that  God  is  love. 

3   Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  .f* 
Wisdom  to  silver  v/e  prefer. 
And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

3  Her  hands  are  filled  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches  and  immortal  praise; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  lead  unto  peace. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

4  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains; 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains: 
He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own, 
Wisdom  and  Christ  are  truly  one. 

75,  JESUS  REIGNS. 

I/anvelL  S,  7,  7  </. 
(J.  H.  496;  s.  r.  1068.) 

HARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  notes  of  praise  above; 
Jesus  reigns  and  heaven  rejoices; 

Jesus  reigns,  he  rules  in  love. 
See,  he  comes  to  take  earth's  throne; 
Soon  he'll  rule  the  world  alone: 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  amen. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  below  and  gives  it  worth; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens. 

Cheers  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth. 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine: 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  amen. 

3  King  of  glory  !  reign  forever, 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown; 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  shalt  call  thine  own; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace. 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face: 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !   amen  . 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
76*  THE  SAVIOR  COMES. 

Howard.    C.  M.   (j.  H.  205.) 

HARK,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Lord  has  come, 
The  vSavior  promised  long; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  "Sun  of  Righteousness," 

To  roll  earth's  clouds  avs^ay, 
And  make  its  desert  w  ilderness 
Bloom  in  eternal  day. 

3  He  comes   the  prisoner  to  release. 

In  Satan's  bondage  held; 
The  gates  of  death  before  him  burst, 
Sin's  binding  fetters  yield. . 

4  He  comes   the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  w^ounded  soul  to  cure, 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace. 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim. 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


77,  GLORY  TO  THE  LAMB. 

Rathhin.  S,  7. 

(E.  H.  58;  G.  H.  409;  W.  H.   105.) 

HARK  !  the  notes  of  angels   singing, 
"Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  !" 
All  in  heaven  their  tribute  bringing. 
Raising  high  the  Savior's  name. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Ye  for  whom  his  life  was  given, 

Sacred  themes  to  you  belong: 
Come,  assist  the  choir  of  heaven; 
Join  the  everlasting  song. 

3  Filled  with  holy  emulation. 

Let  us  vie  with  those  above: 
Sweet  the  theme,  a  free  salvation, 
Fruit  of  everlasting  love. 

4  Endless  life  in  him  possessing, 

Let  us  praise  his  precious  name; 
Glory,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 
Be  forever  to  the  Lamb. 


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78.  JESUS  IS  THERE. 

P.M.   (J.  H.  546.) 
ASTE,  my  dull  soul,  arise  ! 
Shake  off  thy  care; 
Press  for  the  promised  prize, 

Mighty  in  prayer. 
Jesus  has  gone  before. 
Count  all  thy  sufferings  o'er; 
He  all  thy  burdens  bore; 
Jesus  is  there. 

Souls,  for  the  marriage  feast 

Robe  and  prepare — 
Holy  must  be  such  guests; 

Jesus  is  there  ! 
Saints,  wear  your  victory  palms, 
Chant  your  celestial  psalms; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thy  charms 

C) ,'  seek  to  wear. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Kings  for  the  promised  throne- 
Crowns  we  shall  wear; 

Christ  reigns,  but  not  alone — 
We  soon  shall  share. 

O  ye  despised  ones,  come; 

Pilgrims  no  more  we'll  roam; 

Sweetly  w^e'll  rest  at  home; 
Jesus  is  there. 


79,     THE  SONG  OF  MOSES  AND  THE  LAiVIB. 

(W.  H.  58;  G.  H.  20.) 

HAVE  you  heard  the  rew   song?   that  most 
beautiful  song. 
The  song  which  the  saints   now  may  sing — 
How  the  old  harp  of  Moses  and  sweet  flute  of 
John 
With  harmonious  melody  ring.^ 

2  'Tis  the  song  of  the  Lamb  once  by  Moses  fore- 

told, 
In  the  symbols  and  types  of  God's  law; 
As  the  dawn  of    the  day  doth   those  symbols 

unfold, 
We  behold  what  we  ne'er  before  saw. 

3  O  !  w^hat  visions  of  glory  are  brought  to  faith's 

view, 
Of  glory  which  all  soon  shall  see; 
For    the   great  King  of  Glory   shall   make  all 

things  new, 
And  O  !  what  rejoicing  there'll  be. 

4  Thy  works  great  and  marvelous,  Almighty  Lord, 

Are  glorious  indeed  in  our  sight; 

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Hymns  of  Daivn. 

Thy   ways  just  and   true,    thou   blest  King   of 
the  world, 
We  acknowledg-e  are  perfectly  right. 

5  O  !  w^ho  shall  not  filially  fear  thee,  O  Lord, 

And  thy  righteous  ways  own  as  the  best? 
Soon  all  nations  shall  worship  and  praise  be- 
fore thee, 
When  thy  judgments  are  made  manifest 

6  Tune  your  voices,  ye  saints,  for  this  glorious 

strain, 
And  earth  shall  wath  melody  ring; 
Let  the  grand  ''harp  of  God"  loudly  swell  the 

refrain, 
For  tributes  of  praise  all  may  bring. 

7  God's  Word  is  that  harp,  which  has  long  been 

unstrung. 
And  men  heard  but  discordant  its  notes; 
Now  as  tuned  are  its  chords  from  IMoses  to  John, 
How  grandly  sweet  melody  floats. 

8  It  win  float  o'er  the  won-ld  in  a  rapturous  strain. 

Of  glory  and  peace  and  good  will. 
And  all  then  shall  hear  and  may  join  the  refrain, 
And  joy  shall  the  hearts  of  all  thrill. 


80.  ^ORE  TO  FOLLOW. 

(G.  H.  31.) 

HAVE  you  on  the  Lord  believed.? 
Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Of  his  grace  have  you  received? 
Still  there's  more  to  follow; 

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Hymns   of  Dawn. 

O  !  the  grace  the  Father  shows ! 

Still  there's  more  to  follow- 
Freely  he  his  grace  bestows, 

Still  there's  more  to  follow. 

Cho. — More  and  more,  more  and  more, 
Always  more  to  follow; 
O  !  his  matchless,  boundless  love  ! 
Still  there's  more  to  follow. 

3   Have  you  felt  the  Savior  near.^ 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Does  his  blessed  presence  cheer? 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
O  !  the  love  that  Jesus  shows  ! 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Freely  he  his  love  bestows. 

Still  there's  more  to  follow. 

3  Have  you  felt  the  Spirit's  power.'* 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Falling  like  the  gentle  shower, 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
O  I  the  power  the  spirit  shows, 

Still  there's  more  to  follow; 
Freely  God  his  power  bestows, 

Still  there's  more  to  follow. 


81.. 


PRECIOUS  PROMISES. 

Sunny  Side.  8,  /.   (j.  H.  441.) 

HEAR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken: 
O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken. 
Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways; 

You  shall  name  your  walls  "Salvation," 
And  your  gates  shall  all  be  "Praise." 

There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow. 
For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow. 
Then,  in  undisturbed  possession. 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression. 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

Ye,  no  more  your  suns  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see; 
But,  your  griefs  forever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me: 
God  shall  rise,  and,  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night; 
Yes,  the  Lord  shall  be  your  glory 

And  your  everlasting  light. 


82. 


THE  BRIDAL  ROBE. 

Alletta.  7.      (w.  H.  105;  E.  H.  175.) 

HEAVENLY  Father,  I  would  wear 
Bridal  garments,  white  and  fair; 
Bridal  vesture,  undefiled, 
Thou  dost  give  unto  thy  child  ? 

Take  the  raiment  soiled  away, 
I  would  fain  cast  oft'  to-day; 
Clothe  me  in  my  bridal  dress, 
Beautiful  with  holiness. 
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tfyjuns  of  Daivit. 

3  Let  me  wear  the  white  robe  here, 
Purchased  by  my  Savior  dear; 
Holding  fast  his  hand,  and  so 
Through  the  world  unspotted  go. 


83.  ^E  ADORE  THEE. 

Ahireiiibttrg.      y. 
(e.  h.  260;  J.  H.  378.) 

HEAVENLY  Father,  sovereign  Lord, 
Be  thy  glorious  name  adored  ! 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 

3   Though  unworthy  of  thine  ear. 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear; 
Purer  pnlise  we  hope  to  bring 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  we  longer  stay. 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way. 
Till  we  come  to  dwell  with  thee. 
Till  we  shall  thy  gloi'y  see. 

4  Then  through  ages  yet  untold. 
Counting  mercies  manifold, 
There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
We'll  triumphant  voices  raise. 


84.,  PARTING  HYMN. 

(g.  h.  317.) 

HEAVENLY  Father,  we  beseech  thee. 
Grant  thy  blessing    ere  we  part; 
Take  us  in  thy  care  and  keeping; 
Guard  from  evil  every  heart. 

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IT\uuis  of  Dcui'n. 

Cho. — Bless  the  words  which  liave  been  spoken, 
Hear  our  prayer  and  cheerful  strain; 
Give  us,  Lord,  a  constant  token 
That  Thou  dost  with  us  remain. 

3   Let  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  go  with  us. 
Be  our  comfort  and  our  stay; 
Grateful  praise  to  thee  we  render, 
For  the  joy  we  feel  to-day. 

3  May  thy  Spirit  dwell  within  us, 
May  our  souls  thy  temples  be, 
May  we  tread  the  path  to  glory. 
Led  and  guided  still  by  thee. 


85,  0  REVIVE  US. 


HEAVENLY  Father,  we,  thy  children 
Gathered  round  our  risen  Lord. 
Lift  our  hearts  in  earnest  pleading: 
O  revive  us  by  thy  word  I 

Cho. — Send  refreshing,  send  refreshing 

From  thy  presence,  gracious  Lord  ! 
Send  refreshing,  send  refreshing, 
And  revive  us  by  thy  word. 

2   Gracious  o^ales  of  heavenly  blessing- 
In  thy  love  to  us  afford; 
Let  us  feel  thy  Spirit's  presence, 
O  revive  us  by  thy  word  I 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Weak  and  weary  in  the  conflict, 

"Wrestling  not  with  flesh  and  blood," 
Help  us,  Lord,  as  faint  we  falter; 
O  revive  us  by  thy  word  ! 

4  With  thy  strength,  O  Master,  gird  us; 

Thou  our  Guide  and  thou  our  Guard; 
Fill  us  with  thy  Holy  Spirit; 
O  revive  us  bv  thy  word. 


86.  CHRIST'S  VICTORY. 

Federal  Street.     L.  M.     (s.  P.  6o.) 

HE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

A  sudden  tremblinof  shakes  the  o^round. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree: 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ! 
But  lo  !  w^hat  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

3  The  rising  Christ  forsakes  the  tomb; 

In  vain  its  bonds  forbid  his  rise; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Wipe  now  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns; 
Sing,  he  accomplished  all  things  Avell, 
And  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

O  !  Live  forever,  wondrous  King  ! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save; 
O  Death,  thou  monster,  w^here's  thy  sting? 

And   vvhere's  thv  victory,  boasting  Grave? 


87,  HE  LEADETH  ME. 

(o.  H.  51 ;  w.  H.  77;  E.  H.  180.) 

HE  leadeth  me,  O  blessed  thought ! 
O  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught ! 
Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be. 

Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

Ref. — He  leadeth  me  !  he  leadeth  me ! 
By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me. 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 

2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom; 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea — 

Still  'tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  or  repine — 
Content  whatever  lot  I  see. 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done. 
When  by  thy  grace  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  1  will  not  flee. 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

88.  HERE  IS  NO  REST. 

lo,  5,  7.      (j.  H.  507.) 

HERE  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam, 
Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day, 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away, 
My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 
There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 

3   Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around  ! 

Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest; 
Here  I  am  grieved  while  my  foes  me  surround; 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
Let  them  revile  me  and  scoff  at  my  name. 
Laugh  at  my  weeping,  endeavor  to  shame, 
I  will  go  forward  for  this  is  my  theme, 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 

3  Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe; 

Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest; 
Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear; 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest. 
Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word. 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord; 
They  will  be  called  to  receive  their  reward; 

Then  we  shall  rest,  we  shall  rest. 

4  This  world  of  care  is  a  wilderness  state. 

Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest; 
Here  I  must  bear  with  the  world  and  its  hate, 
Yet  I  am  blest,  1  am  blest. 

268 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

vSoon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released, 
There  shall  my  joy  with  the  Lord  be  increased, 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 


H 


IP 


89^  THE  DIVINE  GOODNESS. 

((;.  H.   103;  S.  p.  29;  J.  H.  44;  E.  H.   151.) 

IGH  in  the  Heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

Forever  firm  thy   justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 

Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands. 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large; 

Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge. 

But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs; 
■Mid  earthly  w'oes  we  sweetly  rest, 

Under  the  shadow^  of  thy  wungs. 


90  THE  SOURCE  OF  CONSOLATION. 

Wilmot.  S,  7.      (s.  p.  1287;  J.  H.  387;  G.  H.  422.) 

OLY  Spirit,  banish  sadness; 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  weary  night; 
Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness. 
Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  From   the  height  which  knows  no  measure- 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 

3  Author  of  the  new  creation, 

Come  with  unction  and  with  power; 
Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation; 
On  our  souls  thy  graces  shower. 

4  Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication; 

By  thy  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
Rest  upon  this  congregation, 
With  the  fulness  of  thy  grace. 


H' 


91,  OUR  FAITHFUL  GUIDE. 

(g.  h.  40 ;  K.  H.  87  ;  \v.  H.  60.) 
OLY  Spirit,  faithful  guide. 
Ever  near  the  Christian's  side, 
Gently  lead  us  by  the  hand, 
Pilgrims  in  a  desert  land. 
Weary  souls  for  aye  rejoice, 
While  they  hear  that  sweetest  voice, 
Whisp'ring  softly.  Traveler,  come; 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 

Ever  present,  truest  Friend, 
Ever  near  thine  aid  to  lend, 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear. 
When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 
Hearts  grow  faint,  and  hopes  give  o'er — 
Ah,  then  whisper,  Traveler,  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 

270 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

When  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease, 
Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  time  for  prayer, 
Waiting  to  be  gathered  there, 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood. 
Trusting  still  in  Jesus'  blood — 
Whisper  sweetly.  Traveler,  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 


I 


92.  EVEN  SO,  COME. 

Arlington.      C.  M.     (  c.  H.  1 15;  J.  H.  1 42.) 

HOPE  of  our  hearts  !   O  Lord,  appear, 
Thou  glorious  Star  of  day  ! 
Shine  forth  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 
With  all  our  fears,  away. 

2  We've  waited  long,  we're  waiting  still. 

Longing  with  thee  to  be. 

Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown 

Prepared  for  us  and  thee. 

3  O  !  the  blest  hope  of  sharing,  Lord,     * 

Thy  glory  from  above. 
Is  linked  with  that  most  precious  thought. 
Thine  everlasting  love; 

4  And  with  the  joy,  the  holy  joy, 

Unmingled,  pure  and  free. 

Of  union  with  our  living  Head, 

And  fellowship  with  thee. 

5  This  joy  e'en  now  in  part  is  ours. 

This  fellowship  begun; 
But  O  !  what  rapture  shall  we  know 
When  victory's  fully  won. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

6  There,  near  thy  heart,  upon  the  throne, 

Thy  ransomed  bride  shall  see 
What  j2^race  was  in  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
Who  died  to  make  her  free. 

7  O  !  what  are  all  our  suff'rings  here. 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  us  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet  ! 


93,  OUR  FIRM  FOUNDATION. 

Portuguese  Hymn.      ii. 
(E.  H.  133;  s.  r.  155.) 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord,   [ 
Ls  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  Word  !   \ 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said  ? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  tied. 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land  or  the  sea, 
As    thy   days   may   demand   shall   thy   strength 

ever  be. 

3  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee — I  only  design 
Thy   dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 


1 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

c^  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose 
I'll  never,  no,  never,  desert  to  his  foes; 
That  soul,  though  a   host  should  endeavor   to 

shake, 
ril  never,  no,  never,   no,  never  forsake. 


\ 


94,  THE  JOYS  OF  FAITH. 

Contrast.     8.     (s.  P.  1036;  j.  h.  600.) 

HOW  happy  and  blessed  the  hours 
Since  Jesus  I  always  can  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  all  gained  new  sweetness  to  me; 
E'en  when  the  great  sun  shines  but  dim, 
And  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay, 
While  I  am  so  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

3   His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  all  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice; 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Can  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove. 
If  Jesus  still  dwelt  with  me  there. 

273  (IS) 


Hvnuis  of  Dawn. 

iVfy  Lord,  I  am  sure  I  am  thine, 

And  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
No  longer  I  languish  and  pine, 

Nor  e'en  are  my  winters  so  long; 
My  doubts  and  my  fears  all  have  tiown, 

Thy  soul-cheering  plan  now  I  see; 
Thy  wisdom  and  glory  have  shone 

From  out  thy  blest  Word  upon  me. 


95. 


MORE  CHRISTLIKE. 

Szveet  Afton.     ii.      (j.  H.  415.) 

HOW  blessed,  how  glorious,  how  joyful  to  feel 
The  love  everlasting,  of  sonship  a  seal. 
The  love  that  is  perfect,  the  love  that  is  pure. 
That  we  may  with  patience  all  things  well  en- 
dure. 

3   I  want  to  feel  humble,  more  simple,  more  mild, 
More   like   my  blest  Master,   and   more   like  a 

child; 
More  trustful,  more    thankful,    more   lovely   in 

mind, 
]Moi"e   watchful,    more   prayerful,    more  loving 

and  kind. 

3  I  want  the  pure  wisdom  that  comes  from  above. 
That  warns  those  in  danger  with  tenderest  love; 
I  want  the  sweet  spirit  of  Jesus,  my  Lord, 
And  perfect  accordance  with  his  blessed  word. 

4  I  want  to  touch  lightly  the  things  of  this  earth, 
Esteeming  them  only  of  trifling  worth; 
From  sin   and  its  bondage  I  ^vould  be  set  free, 
And  live,  my  dear  Savior,  live  only  for  thee. 

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Hymns  ,of  Dawn. 
96.  THE  NAME  OF  JESUS. 

Balcnna.      C.   2L 
(J.  H.  163;    S.  p.  329;    E.  H.  135.) 

0\V  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  Avounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

3   It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  we  build, 
Our  shield  and  hiding  place; 

Our  never-failing  treasure,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace  ! 

4  Jesus,  our  Shepherd,  Savior,  Friend, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

Our  hearts  in  gratitude  ascend; 
Accept  the  praise  we  bring. 

:;   We  would  thy  boundless  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath; 
And  sound  the  music  of  thy  name 
Abroad  through  all  the  earth. 


97,  MORE  OF  THY  PRESENCE. 

Ket7'eat.     L.    M. 
(E.  H.    198.) 

HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 
Dear  Savior,  on  thy  people  smile; 
Draw  near  according  to  thy  word, 
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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee. 
O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  Chief  of  ten  thousand,  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face. 

O  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 


98,    EARTHLY  TREASURES  VAIN. 

Rest.     L.  M. 

(S.  p.  702;  W.  H.   113;  J.  H.   107.) 

OW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  ! 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 


H 


How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 

3   The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 

The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true, 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 

3  But  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  brighter  age  now  nigh. 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears: 
Since  God  is  ours,  we're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 
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Hyvms  of  Dawn. 
99,  REST  IN  GOD. 

Boston.     S.  M.     (j.  H.   276,) 
Ladon.     (j.  H.  304;  G.  H.  112;  S.  P.  557.) 

HOW  wise  are  God's  commands  ! 
How  sure  his  precepts  are  ! 
We  cast  our  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell; 
The  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up 
Doth  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  thy  weary  mind? 
Haste  to  thy  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day. 
We'll  drop  our  burdens  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 


100.  I  AI^  SO  GLAD. 

(g.  h.  23.) 

I  AM  so  glad  that  our  Father  in  heaven 
Tells  of  his  love  in  the  book  he  has  given. 
Wonderful  things  in  the  Bible  I  see; 
This  is  the  dearest,  his  great  love  to  me. 

Cho. — I  am  so  glad  my  Father  loves  me, 
Father  loves  me,  Father  loves  me, 
I  am  so  glad  my  Father  loves  me, 
Yes,  he  loves  even  me. 
277 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Father  loves  me  and  I  know  I  love  him. 
Love  sent  his  Son  my  lost  soul  to  redeem; 
Yes,  'tw^as  his  love  and  his  mercy  so  free; 
O  !  I  am  certain  my  Father  loves  me. 

Cho. — I  am  so  glad  my  Father  loves  me. 

3  Not  only  my  Father,  but  his  blessed  Son, 
Loves  me  and  cares  for  my  wants  every  one; 
Jesus  so  freely  his  life  gave  for  me, 

No  clearer  proof  of  his  love  could  there  be. 

Cho. — I  am  so  glad  that  Jesus  loves  me. 

4  O  !  for  such  love  I  would  make  some  return; 
My  humble  off'ring  I'm  sure  he'll  not  spurn: 
Lord,  here  I  give  my  poor  life  unto  thee; 
Through  it  may  praises  redound  unto  thee. 

Cho. — I  gladly  take  thy  favors  so  free, 
Favors  so  free,  favors  so  free, 
I  gladly  take  thy  favors  so  free, 
Favors  to  even  me. 


101, 


I  AM  THE  DOOR. 

{\\\  H.  27.) 


I  AM  the  door,"  come  in,  come  in. 
And  leave  without  all  fear  and  sin; 
The  night  is  dark,  the  storm  is  wild, 
O  !  come  within,  thou  weary  child. 

2   ''I  am  the  door,"  whose  heavy  lock 
Bars  out  all  strangers  from  the  flock. 
And  guards  my  Father's  precious  fold: 
Come  in  from  darkness  and  from  cold. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

"I  am  the  door,"  no  longer  roam; 
Here  are  thy  treasures,  here  thy  home; 
I  purchased  them  for  thee  and  thine. 
And  paid  the  price  in  blood  of  mine. 

"I  am  the  door,"  my  Father  waits 
To  make  thee  heir  of  rich  estates; 
Come  in  with  thankful  hearts  and  praise, 
x-Vnd  walk  in  heaven's  appointed  ways. 


102 


A  BETTER  DAY. 

AutunDi.     I?,  y, 
(g.  h.  420;  E.  H.  67;  s.  r.  795.) 

I  AM  waiting,  ever  waiting, 
For  the  brighter,  better  day. 
Just  beyond  the  clouds  and  shadows, 

That  surround  my  lonely  way; 
For  a  day  of  light  and  gladness, 

Such  as  earth  has  never  known, 
When  in  equity  and  justice, 

Christ  shall  reign  on  David's  throne. 

2  All  the  prophets  of  past  ages 

Saw  its  brightness  from  afar. 
And  in  words  sublime  have  spoken 

Of  the  peace  and  glory  there. 
They  have  slept  in  those  green  valleys, 

Which  in  weariness  they  trod; 
Soon  they'll  come  with  songs  of  triumph, 

To  the  holy  mount  of  God. 

3  Now  the  world  is  full  of  suffering, 

Sounds  of  woe  fall  on  my  ears, 
279 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Sights  of  wretchedness  and  sorrow 
Fill  my  eyes  with  pitying  tears. 

'Tis  the  earth's  dark  night  of  weeping; 
Wrong  and  evil  triumph  now; 

I  can  wait,  for  just  before  me 

Beams  the  morning's  roseate  glow. 

I  am  waiting,  hoping,  praying 

For  Messiah's  glorious  reign, 
For  I  know  he'll  rule  in  justice; 

Right  and  truth  will  triumph  then. 
Worldly  pleasures  cannot  win  me, 

While  I  wait  for  that  bright  day, 
Worldly  splendor  cannot  charm  me, 

While  its  light  beams  on  my  way 


I 


103i  J  COME  TO  THEE. 

(G.    H.    156.) 

BRING  my  sins  to  thee, 
The  sins  I  cannot  count, 
That  all  may  cleansed  be 
In  thy  once  opened  fount; 

I  bring  them  Savior,  all  to  thee, 

II  The  burden  is  too  great  for  me. 

I  bring  my  grief  to  thee. 

The  grief  I  cannot  tell; 
No  words  shall  needed  be. 

Thou  knowest  all  so  well; 
I  bring  the  sorrow  laid  on  me, 
II O  loving  Savior,  all  to  thee.|| 
My  joys  to  thee  I  bring, 

The  joys  thy  love  has  given, 
That  each  may  be  a  wing 
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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

To  lift  me  nearer  heaven; 

I  bring  them,  Savior,  all  to  thee, 

II  Who  hast  procured  them  all  for  me. 

4  My  life  I  bring  to  thee; 

I  would  not  be  my  own, 
O  Savior,  let  me  be 

Thine  ever,  thine  alone. 
My  heart,  my  life,  my  all  I  bring 
||To  thee,  my  Savior  and  my  King.jj 


104:.  I  COME  TO  THEE. 

Just  As  I  Am.     L.  M. 
(g.  h.  54;  E.  H.  130;  s.  r.  2S2.) 

COME  to  thee,  I  come  to  thee, 
Thou  precious  Lamb  who  died  for  me; 
I  rest  confiding  in  thy  word, 
And  cast  mv  burden  on  the  Lord. 


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2  1  come  to  thee  with  all  my  grief. 
To  find  in  thee  a  sweet  relief; 
Thy  blessed  name  my  only  plea, 
With  this,  O  Lord,  I  come  to  thee. 

3  I  come  to  thee,  whose  sovereign  power 
Can  cheer  me  in  the  darkest  hour; 

1  come  to  thee  through  storm  and  shade, 
Since  thou  hast  said,  "Be  not  afraid." 

4  I  come  to  thee  with  all  my  tears, 

My  pain  and  sorrow,  griefs  and  fears; 
Thou  precious  Lamb  who  died  for  me, 
I  come  to  thee,  1  come  to  thee. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

5  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flics, 

When  faith  seems  "weak  and  comfort  dies; 

I  bow  adoring  at  thy  feet, 

And  hold  with  thee  communion  sweet. 

6  O  \vondrous  love  I  what  joy  is  mine. 
To  feel  that  I  am  truly  thine. 

Thou  precious  Tamb  who  died  for  me, 
I  come  to  thee,  I  come  to  thee. 


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SATISFIED  WITH  THY  LIKENESS. 

Belcn'ed.     P.  M. 

(j.  H.  478;  W.  H.   109.) 

IF  I  in  thy  likeness,  O  I^ord,  may  a^vake, 
And  shine  a  pure  image  of  thee, 
Then  I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  can  break 
The  fetters  of  flesh  and  be  free. 

1  know  this  stained  tablet  must  first  be  waslied 
white, 

And  there  thy  bright  features  be  drawn; 
1  know  I  must  sufier  the  darkness  of  night 

To  welcome  the  coming  of  dawn. 

And  O  I  the  blest  morning  already  is  here. 
The  shadows  of  earth  soon  shall  fade; 

And  soon  in  thy  likeness  1*11  with  thee  appear, 
In  glorv  and  beautv  arraved. 

^Vhen    on   thine   own   image    in   me   thou   hast 
smiled, 
Within  thy  blest  mansion,  and  when 
The  arms  of  my  Father  encircle  his  child, 
O  I  I  shall  "be  satisfied  then. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
106.  CONFIDENCE  IN  GOD. 

Lahan.     S.  M. 
((;.  H.  112;  S.  P.  1 66;  J.  H.  304.) 

F  on  a  quiet  sea 

Toward  home  I  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  heart,  O  God,  to  thee, 
I'll  own  the  favorinsr  eale. 


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2   But  when  the  surges  rise, 
And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  tempest,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  me  nearer  home. 


3  Soon  shall  the  waves  and  storms 

All  yield  to  thy  control; 
Thy  love  will  banish  all  alarms, 
And  darkness  from  my  soul. 

4  Teach  me,  in  everv  state. 

To  make  thy  will  my  own; 
And  while  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  h\  faith  alone. 


107.  VALLEY  OF  BLESSING. 

(<;.  H.  196;  w.  H.  12.) 

I    II AVE   entered    the   valley    of    blessing    so 
sweet, 
And  Jesus  abides  with  me  there; 
And  his  spirit  and   blood    make   my  cleansing 
complete. 
And  his  perfect  love  casteth  out  fear. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Clio. — There's  joy  in  the  valley  of    blessing  so 
sweet; 
Here  Jesus  his   fulness  bestows; 
We  believe  and  receive  and  confess  him, 
Our  refuge  from  all  earthly  woes. 

2  There  is  peace  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 

And  plenty  the  land  doth  impart; 
And  there's  rest  for  the  weary,  worn  traveler's 
feet 
And  joy  for  the  sorrowing  heart. 

3  There  is  love  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet. 

Such  as  none  but  the  blood-washed  may  feel; 
Here  heaven  comes  down  redeemed  spirits  to 
greet, 
Here  Christ  sets  his  covenant  seal. 

4  There's  a  song   in   the    valley   of    blessing    so 

sweet, 
Tliat  only  the  virgins  can  sing — 
All  nations  shall  worship  and  bow  at  thy  feet, 
To  th'  honor  and  praise  of  our  King. 


108.  I  CAME  TO  JESUS. 

Varina.     C.    3/. 
(G.  H.  67;  s.  P.  1403.) 

HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"Come  unto  me  and  rest; 
Thy  load  of  care  thou  mayst  lay  down 

And  be  no  more  distressed." 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was. 
Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad; 
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Hymns  of  Daivn. 

I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 
And  he  hath  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live  !" 
1  came  to  Jesus  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  1  live  in  him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"I  am  this  dark  world's  Light; 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright !'' 
I  looked  and  saw  my  star  of  hope, 

My  Sun  of  Righteousness. 
O  !  soon  'twill  rise  and  fill  the  earth, 

And  all  the  nations  bless. 


109.       WHO  SHALL  SEPARATE  US? 

The   Watchers.     7,  6. 
(j.  H.  621.) 

T  KNOW  no  life  divided, 

-L     O  Lord  of  Life,  from  thee; 

In  thee  is  life  provided 

For  all  mankind  and  me: 
I  fear  not  death,  O  Jesus; 

My  life  is  hid  with  thee; 
Thy  power  soon  shall  free  us 

From  death  eternally. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  I  fear  no  tribulation, 

Since,  whatsoe'er  it  be, 
It  makes  no  separation 

Between  my  Lord  and  me. 
Since  thou,  my  Lord  and  Teacher, 

Hast  claimed  me  for  thine  own. 
E'en  now  with  thee  I'm  richer 

Than  monarch  on  his  throne. 

3  Thus,  while  o'er  e^rth  I  wander, 

My  heart  is  light  and  blest, 
My  treasure  is  up  yonder. 

My  heart  is  there  at  rest. 
O  ble&sed  thought !  I'm  trying 

To  live  to  please  the  Lord, 
In  faith  and  hope  rejoicing. 

Through  his  most  precious  Word. 


110. 


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HE  KNOWS. 
(g.  h.  307.) 

I  KNOW  not  what  awaits  me; 
God  kindly  veils  mine  eyes; 
And  o'er  each  step  of  my  onward  wa}> 

He  makes  new  scenes  to  rise; 
And  every  joy  he  sends  me,  comes 
A  sweet  and  glad  surprise. 

-Where  he  may  lead,  I'll  follow; 

My  trust  in  him  repose; 

And  every  hour  in  perfect  peace 

I'll  sing,  he  knows,  he  knows, 

And  every  hour  in  perfect  peace 

I'll  sing,  he  knows,  he  knows. 

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Hymns  of   Daicn. 

One  step  I  see  before  me — 

'  Tis  all  I  need  to  see  ; 
The  light  of  heaven  more  brightly  shines, 

When  earth's  illusions  flee  ; 
And  sweetly,  through  the  silence,  comes 

His  loving,  "Follow  me.'' 

O  blissful  lack  of  wisdom  ! 

'  Tis  blessed  not  to  know  ; 
He  holds  me  with  his  own  right  hand 

And  will  not  let  me  go. 
And  lulls  my  troubled  soul  to  rest 

In  him  who  loves  me  so. 

So  on  I  go,  not  knowing  ; 

I  would  not  if  I  might ; 
I'd  rather  walk  in  the  dark  with  Goil 

Than  go  alone  in  the  light  ; 
I'd  rather  walk  by  faith  with  him 

Than  go  alone  by  sight. 


111.  ^^  REDEEMER  LIVES. 

Retreat.  L.  M. 
(e.  h.  198;  G.  H.  54;  s.  r.  So.) 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead  ; 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head  ! 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love  ; 

He  lives,  who  bought  me  with  his  blood  5 
He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed; 
He  lives,  my  help  in  time  of  need. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  strength; 
Through  him  I  soon  shall  conquer  death; 
Then  all  his  glories  I'll  declare, 
That  all  the  world  his  life  may  share. 


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11/2.  ^LL  WITH  JESUS. 

(g.  h.  90.) 

LEFT  it  all  with  Jesus 
Long  ago; 
All  my  sins  and  weakness, 

And  my  w^oe. 
Human  sins  once  slew  him 

On  the  tree. 
I  heard  the  spirit's  whisper, 

'Tis  for  thee; 
II :  From  my  heart  the  burden 
Rolled  aw^ay — Happy  day  ! :  || 

I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus, 

For  he  knows 
How  to  steal  the  bitter 

From  life's  woes; 
How  to  gild  the  tear-drop 

With  his  smile, 
Make  the  desert  garden 

Bloom  awhile; 
I :  When  my  weakness  leaneth. 
On  his  might,  all  seems  light.  :1| 

I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus 

Day  by  day; 
Faith  can  firmly  trust  him, 

Come  what  may; 
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Iiym?is  of  Dawn. 

Hope  has  dropped  her  anchor, 

Found  her  rest 
In  the  cahn  sure  haven 

Of  his  breast. 
II :  Love  esteems  it  heaven 
To  abide  at  his  side.:  !l 


113,  I  LOVE  THEE. 

P.  M.     (w.  H,  97 ;  J.  H.  450.) 

I   LOVE   thee,    I   love   thee,   I   love   thee,   my 
Lord; 
I  love  thee,  my  Savior;  I  love  thee,  my  God; 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know; 
But  how  much  I  love  thee,  I  never  can  show\ 

2  Lm    happy,  Lm   happy,  O    wondrous  account! 
My  joys  are  triumphant,  I  stand  on  the  mount ! 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there. 
With  Jesus  my   Savior  and  all   saints  to  share. 

3  O  Jeens,  my  Savior,  with  thee  I  am  blest ! 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy, and  my  rest ! 
Thy  name  is  my  theme,  and  thy  love  is  my  song. 
Thy  grace  doth  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my 

tongue. 

4  O!  who's  like  my  Savior?  he's  Salem's  bright 

King; 
The  sweet  song  of  Moses  he's  given  me  to  sing; 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  heart  and 

wuth  will. 
While  his  blessed  work  here  my  moments  do 

fill. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
114:,  I  LOVE  THY  WILL. 

Shirland.     S.  M. 
(J.  H.  306;  G.  H,  211  ;  S.  p.  619.) 

LOVE  thy  will,  O  God  ! 
Thy  blessed,  perfect  will, 
In  which  this  once  rebellious  heart 
Lies  satisfied  and  still. 


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2  I  love  thy  will,  O  God  ! 

It  is  my  joy,  my  rest; 
It  glorifies  my  common  task, 
It  makes  each  trial  blest. 

3  I  love  thy  will,  O  God  ! 

The  sunshine  or  the  rain. 
Some  days  are  bright  with  praise,  and  some 
Sweet  with  accepted  pain. 

4  I  love  thy  will,  O  God ! 

O  hear  my  earnest  plea. 
That  as  thy  will  is  done  in  heaven. 
It  mav  be  done  in  me. 


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115.  MEDITATION. 

Woodland.   C.  M.  (j.  h.  158;  s.  P.  366.) 

LOVE" to  steal  a  while  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  closing  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 

Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  1  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  beyond  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
And  hence  my  songs  abound. 

5  vSoon  shall  earth's  days  of  toil  be  o'er, 

Its  darkness  passed  away; 
Its  storms  and  trials  but  prepare, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


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,16.  THE  OLD,  OLD  STORY. 

(G.  H.  39;  s.  p.  1275.) 

LOVE  to  tell  the  story 
Of  gracious,  heavenly  love; 
How  Jesus  left  his  glory, 

That  wondrous  love  to  prove. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  it's  true; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 

As  nothing  else  would  do. 

Cho. — I  love  to  tell  the  Story  ! 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
Of  gracious,  heavenly  love. 

2   I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 
Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

1  love  to  tell  the  story ! 

It  did  so  much  for  me; 
And  that  is  just  the  reason, 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet, 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  Word. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story  ! 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it,  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  new,  new  song, 
'Twill  be  the  old,  old  story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 


IIT.  I'M  ^  PILGRIM. 

(G.  H.  306;  E.  H.   263.) 

M  a  pilgrim  and  Fm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  life's  waters  are  ever  flowing, 


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Cho. — I'm  a  pilgrim  and  I'm  a  stranger, 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

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Hym7is  of    Dawn. 

2  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 

O  !  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is  there; 
Soon  to  this  country,  sin-dark  and  dreary, 
Will  come  the  sunlight  of  heavenly  glory. 

3  Of  that  city  to  which  I  journey, 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light  ; 
There  is  no  sorrow^,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying. 


118.       ^^^  ^^^^^  ^^  ^^^  ^^^^■ 

Howard.     C.  M. 
(j.  H.  205.) 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  w^ord. 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus  my  Lord !  I  know  his  name  ; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  humble  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

110.  I  NEED  THEE. 

(g.  h.  3;  e.  h.  I73-) 

NEED  thee  every  hour, 
Most  precious  Lord  ! 
No  tender  voice  like  thine 
Can  peace  afford. 


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Ref. — I  need  thee,  O  !  I  need  thee; 
Every  hour  I  need  thee*, 
O  bless  me  now,  my  Savior ! 
I  come  to  thee. 

2  I  need  thee  every  hour; 

Stay  thou  near  by; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 
When  thou  art  nigh. 

3  I  need  thee  every  hour, 

In  joy  or  pain; 
*  With  me  dear  Lord  abide. 
Or  life  is  vain. 

4  I  need  thee  every  hour; 

Teach  me  thy  will; 
And  thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfill. 


120.  UNDER  HIS  WINGS. 

(w.  H.  34.) 

N  God  I  have  found  a  retreat, 
Where  I  can  securely  abide; 
No  refuge,  no  rest  so  complete, 
And  here  I  intend  to  reside. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

Cho. — O  !  what  comfort  it  brings, 
My  soul  sweetly  sings, 
I  am  safe  from  all  danger 
While  under  his  wings. 

2  I  dread  not  the  terror  by  night; 

No  arrow  can  harm  me  by  day; 
His  shadow  has  covered  me  quite, 
My  fears  he  has  driven  away. 

3  The  pestilence  walking  about, 

When  darkness  has  settled  abroad. 
Can  never  compel  me  to  doubt 

The  presence  and  power  of  our  Lord. 

4  The  wasting  destruction  at  noon, 

No  fearful  foreboding  can  bring; 
VV^ith  Jesus  my  soul  doth  commune, 
His  perfect  salvation  I  sing. 

5  A  thousand  may  fall  at  my  side, 

Ten  thousand  at  my  right  hand; 
Above  me  his  wings  are  spread  wide, 
Beneath  them  in  safety  I  stand. 

6  His  truth  is  my  buckler  and  shield. 

His  love  he  hath  set  upon  me  ; 
His  name  in  my  heart  he  hath  sealed; 
E'en  now  his  salvation  I  see. 


121.         THE  LORD  WILL  PROVIDE. 

(W.  H.  59,G.  H.  5.) 

IN   some  way  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide; 
It  may  not  be  my  way, 
It  may  not  be  thy  way; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  yet,  in  his  own  way, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

Cho. — Then  we'll  trust  in  the  Lord, 
And  he  will  provide  ; 
Yes,  we'll  trust  in  the  Lord, 
And  he  will  provide. 

2  At  some  time  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide 

It  may  not  be  my  time. 
It  may  not  be  thy  time  ; 
And  yet  in  his  own  time, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

3  Despair  then  no  longer;  the  Lord  will  provide; 

And  this  be  the  token — 
No  word  he  has  spoken. 
Was  ever  yet  broken. 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 


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2_22,        CHRIST,  OUR   PASSOVER. 

Berrien.  C.  M.  (j.  H,  190.) 

N    memory  of  the  Savior's  love 
We  keep  this  simple  feast, 
Where  every  consecrated  heart 
Is  made  a  welcome  guest. 

3   By  faith  we  take  the  bread  of  life 
Which  this  doth  symbolize  ; 
This  cup  in  token  of  his  blood, 
Our  costly  sacrifice. 

3  This  cup  shall  e'er  recall  the  hour 
When  thou  did'st  set  us  free  ; 
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I/ymns  of  Jjawfi. 

Soon  with  new  joy  in  kingdom  power 
We'll  drink  it,  Lord,  with  thee. 

4  What  rapturous  joy  shall  then  be  ours, 
Forever,  Lord,  with  thee  ! 
Clothed  with  our  resurrection  powers, 
Thine  endless  praise  shall  be. 


123. 


IN  THE  CROSS  I  GLORY. 

Rathbun.     8,  7. 

(G.    H.  409;  W.  H.  105;  E.  H.  58.) 

IN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time: 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy. 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  life  is  beaming 

Bright  and  clear  upon  my  way. 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
124.  THE  RIFTED  ROCK. 

(W.  H.  I4-) 

IN  the  rifted  Rock  I'm  resting, 
Sure  and  safe  from  all  alarm; 
Storms  and  billows  have  united, 

All  in  vain,  to  do  me  harm: 
In  the  rifted  Rock  I'm  resting; 

Surf  is  dashing  at  my  feet, 
Storm-clouds  dark  are  o'er  me  hovering. 
Yet  my  rest  is  all  complete. 

Cho. — In  the  rifted  Rock  I'm  resting, 
Sure  and  safe  from  all  alarm; 
Storms  and  billows  have  united, 
All  in  vain,  to  do  me  harm. 

3  Many  a  stormy  sea  I've  traversed, 

^Nlany  a  tempest-shock  have  known; 
Have  been  driven,  without  anchor, 

On  the  barren  shores  and  lone. 
But  I  now  have  found  a  haven 

Never  moved  by  tempest-shock, 
Where  my  soul  is  safe  forever, 

In  the  blessed  rifted  Rock. 


1525.  TRUST  IN  CHRIST. 

Diiane  St.  L.  J/,  d. 
(E.  H.  174;  S.  P.  758.) 

INTO  thy  gracious  hands  I  fall. 
And  with  the  arms  of  faith  embrace; 
O  King  of  glory,  hear  my  call; 
O  raise  me,  heal  me  by  thy  grace. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Now  righteous  through  thy  grace  I  am; 

No  condemnation  now  I  dread; 
I  taste  sa-Ivation  in  thy  name, 

Alive  in  thee^  my  living  Head. 

2  Still  let  thy  wisdom  be  my  guide, 

Nor  take  tliy  flight  from  me  away; 
Still  with  me  let  thy  grace  abide. 

That  X  from  thee  may  never  stray: 
Let  thy  word  richly  in  me  dwell, 

Thy  peace  and  love  my  portion  be; 
My  joy  to  endure  and  do  thy  will, 

Till  perfect  I  am  found  in  thee. 

3  Arm  me  with  thy  whole  armor,  Lord; 

Support  my  weakness  with  thy  might; 
Gird  on  thy  thigh  thy  conquering  sword, 

And  shield  me  in  the  threatening  light. 
From  faith  to  faith,  from  grace  to  grace, 

So  in  thy  strength  shall  I  go  on. 
Till  I  appear  before  thy  face. 

And  glory  end  what  grace  begun. 


126.  ^Y  STRONG  TOWER. 

(O.    H.    171.) 

IN  Zion's  Rock  abiding, 
My  soul  her  triumph  sings; 
In  his  pavilion  hiding, 

I  praise  the  King  of  kings. 

Cho. — My  Strong  Tower  is  he  ! 
To  him  will  I  flee; 
In  him  confide,  in  him  abide; 
My  Strong  Tower  is  he  ! 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3   Wild  waves  are  round  me  swelling, 
Dark  clouds  above  I  see; 
Yet,  in  my  fortress  dwelling, 
More  safe  I  cannot  be. 

3  My  tower  of  strength  can  never 
In  time  of  trouble  fail; 
No  power  of  Satan  ever 
Against  it  shall  prevail. 


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127.  WAY-WORN  PILGRIM. 

(G.  H.  367.) 

SAW  a  way-worn  traveler 
In  tattered  garments  clad. 
Yet  struggling  up  the  mountain, 

His  face  would  make  you  glad. 
His  back  was  laden  heavy, 

His  strength  was  almost  gone. 
He  shouted  as  he  journeyed, 

Deliverance  Avill  come. 

Cho. — Then  palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 
Palms  of  victory  I  shall  wear. 

2   The  summer  sun  was  shining, 

The  sweat  was  on  his  brow. 
His  garments  worn  and  dusty, 

His  step  seemed  very  slow; 
But  he  kept  pressing  onward. 

For  he  was  wending  home, 
vStill  shouting  as  he  journeyed, 

Deliverance  will  come. 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2y  The  songsters  in  the  arbor 

That  stood  beside  the  way 
Attracted  his  attention, 

Inviting  his  delay; 
His  watchword  still  was  "Onward!" 

Yet  swifter  did  he  run, 
Still  shouting  as  he  journeyed. 

Deliverance  will  come. 

4  I  saw  him  in  the  evening: 

The  sun  was  bending  low, 
He'd  overtopped  the  mountain. 

And  reached  the  vale  below; 
He  saw  the  golden  city — 

His  everlasting  home — 
And  shouted  loud,  Hosanna, 

Deliverance  has  come  ! 

<^  I  heard  the  song  of  triumph 

They  sang  upon  that  shore, 
vSaying,  Jesus  has  redeemed  us. 

From  death  forevermore; 
Then  casting  his  eyes  backward 

On  the  race  which  he  had  run, 
He  shouted  loud,  Hosanna, 

Deliverance  has  come  ! 


128.  PRINCE  OF  MY  PEACE. 

(W.    H.    69.) 

STAND  all  astonished  with  wonder, 
And  gaze  on  the  ocean  of  love; 
And  over  its  waves  to  my  spirit 

Comes  peace,  like  a  heavenly  dove. 


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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Clio. — The  cross  now  covers  my  sins; 
The  past  is  under  the  blood; 
I'm  trusting  in  Jesus  for  all: 
My  will  is  the  will  of  my  God. 

2  I  struggled  and  wrestled  to  win  it, 

The  blessing  that  setteth  me  free; 
But  when  I  had  ceased  from  my  struggles, 
His  peace  Jesus  gave  unto  me. 

3  He  laid  his  hand  on  me  and  healed  me, 

And  bade  me  be  every  whit  whole; 
I  touched  but  the  hem  of  his  garment, 
And  glory  came  thrilling  my  soul. 

4  The  Prince  of  my  peace  is  now  present. 

The  light  of  his  face  is  on  me; 
O  listen!  beloved,  he  speaketh: 
"My  peace  I  will  give  unto  thee." 


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129.  I'VE  FOUND  A  FRIEND. 

(G.  H.    224.) 

'VE  found  a  friend;  O  !  such  a  friend  I 
He  loved  me  ere  I  knew  him; 
He  drew  me  with  the  cords  of  love. 

And  thus  he  bound  me  to  him. 
And  'round  my  heart  still  closely  twine 

Those  ties  which  naught  can  sever, 
For  I  am  his  and  he  is  mine, 
Forever  and  forever. 

Fve  found  a  friend;  O  !  such  a  friend  ! 

He  gave  his  life  to  save  me; 
And  not  alone  the  gift  of  life. 

But  his  own  self  he  eave  me. 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Naught  that  I  have  my  own  I  call, 

I  hold  it  for  the  Giver; 
My  heart,  my  strength,  my  life,  my  all, 

Are  his,  and  his  forever. 

I've  found  a  friend;  O  !  such  a  friend  ! 

So  kind,  and  true,  and  tender. 
So  wise  a  counselor  and  guide. 

So  mighty  a  defender ! 
From  him  who  now  doth  love  me  so, 

What  power  my  soul  can  sever? 
Shall  life  or  death,  or  any  foe? 

No:  I  am  his  forever. 


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EARNEST  WATCHFULNESS. 

Varina.  C.M. 

(G.  H.  67;  S.  P.   1403.) 

I  WANT  a  principle  within, 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near; 
I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride  or  fond  desire; 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  mv  will. 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve. 
The  filial  awe,  the  loving  heart, 

The  tender  conscience  give. 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh. 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove; 
And  let  thy  goodness  chase  away 

All  hindrance  to  thy  love. 
O  !  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul, 
And  send  me  to  the  blood  again, 

Which  makes  and  keeps  me  W'hole. 


131.  I  WILL  SING  FOR  JESUS. 

(E.    H.    195.) 

I   WILL  sing  for  Jesus; 
With  his  blood  he  bought  me; 
And  all  along  my  pilgrim  way 
His  loving  hand  has  brought  me. 

Cho. — O  !  yes,  I'll  sing  for  Jesus, 
Yes,  I'll  tell  the  story 
Of  him  who  did  redeem  us, 
The  Lord  of  life  and  glory. 

2  Can  there  overtake  me 

Any  dark  disaster. 
While  I  sing  for  Jesus, 
My  ever  blessed  Master? 

3  I  will  sing  for  Jesus; 

His  name  alone  prevailing 
Shall  be  my  sweetest  music, 

When  heart  and  flesh  are  failing. 

4  Still  I'll  sing  for  Jesus; 

O  !  how  will  I  adore  him. 
Among  the  cloud  of  witnesses 

Who  cast  their  crowns  before  him. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

13/2.  ^Y  REDEEMER. 

(g.  h.  229.) 

I   WILL  sing  of  my  Redeemer 
And  his  wond'rous  love  to  me: 
On  the  cruel  cross  he  suffered, 
From  the  curse  to  set  me  free. 

Cho. — Sing,  O  !  sing  of  my  Redeemer; 

With  his  blood  he  purchased  me; 

On  the  cross  he  sealed  my  pardon, 

Paid  the  debt  and  made  me  free. 

2  I  will  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

How%  my  lost  estate  to  save, 
In  his  boundless  love  and  mercy, 

He  the  ransom  freely  gave.  ^ 

3  I  will  praise  my  dear  Redeemer, 

His  triumphant  power  to  save, 
How  the  victory  he  giveth 

Over  sin  and  death  and  grave. 

4  I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 

And  my  call  to  glory  too; 
He  from  death  to  life  hath  brought  me, 
Heavenly  glory  brought  to  view^ 


133.  HOME  OF  THE  SOUL. 

(W.  H.  58;  G.  H.  20.) 

I   WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land 
Prepared  by  our  Lord  for  his  own, 
Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on   the   glittering 
strand 
For  the  years  of  eternity-home. 

305  (20) 


Hymns  of  DaWtl. 


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2  O  !    that  home    of  the  soul  I    In  my  visions  and 

dreams, 
Its  bright  jasper  walls  I  can  see, 
Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  vail  intervenes  « 

Between  that  fair  city  and  me. 

3  An  unchangeable  home  is   for  you  and  for  me, 

Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands; 
The  King  of  all  kingdoms  forever  he'll  be. 
And  his  saints  will  be  crowned  at  his  hands. 

4  O  !  how  sweet  it  will  be  in  that  beautiful  land, 

So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain, 
His  songs  on  our  lips,  and  his  work  in  our  hands, 
To  meet  one  another  again. 


134.         I  ^Y  CROSS  HAVE  TAKEN. 

Disciple.  8,  7.  d. 
(w.  H.  76;  J.  H.  508.) 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee; 
Weak  and  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 
Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known. 
Yet,  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 
God  and  Christ  are  still  my  own. 

2   Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me. 
They  have  left  my  Savior  too; 
Former  friends  are  wont  to  leave  me, 
Thou  art  faithful,  thou  art  true. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 

f'oes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  scorn  me. 
Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
This  but  drives  ine  nearer  thee; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Soon  my  rest  will  sw^eeter  be. 

O  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me; 

0  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

Go,  then,  earthly  name  and  treasure; 

Come,  reproach,  and  scorn  and  pain; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure. 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 

1  have  called  thee,  Abba,  Father; 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 
Storms  may  howl  and  clouds  may  gather; 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  how  Jesus  died  to  save  thee; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
135.  NEAR  THE  CROSS. 

(G.  H.  45;  w.  H   78.) 

1ESUS,  keep  me  near  the  cross; 
There  a  precious  fountain, 
Free  to  all — a  healing  stream — 
Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 

Cho. — In  the  cross,  in  the  cross, 
Be  my  glory  ever; 
Till  my  raptured  soul  shall  find 
Rest  beyond  the  river. 

2  Near  the  cross,  a  trembling  soul, 

Love  and  mercy  found  me; 
There  the  bright  and  morningf  star 
Shed  its  beams  around  me. 

3  Near  the  cross  Fll  watch  and  wait, 

Hoping  trusting  ever. 
Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand, 
Just  beyond  the  river. 


136.     ENTIRE  DEVOTEDNESS  TO  GOD. 

Dennis.  S.  M. 
(G.  H.  114;  J.  H.  293;  E.  H.  259.) 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care; 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do; 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create. 
Almighty  to  renew. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3   I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncin<^  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind, 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill; 
A  soul  inured  to  pain. 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain. 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye. 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near. 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly; 
A  spirit  still  prepared. 

And  armed  with  jealous  care; 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard. 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 


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137.       JESUS,  REFUGE  OF  MY  SOUL. 

Martyii.  y. 
(J.  H.  374;  W.  H.  125  ;  E.  H.  202.) 
ESUS,  refuge  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  raging  billows  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Savior,  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ! 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O,  receive  me  home  at  last ! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  O,  leave  me  not  alone  I 

Still  support  and  comfort  me; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 

Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

All  I  need,  in  thee  I  find; 
Thou  didst  strengthen  me  when  faint, 

Now  my  eyes  no  more  are  blind. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art; 

Rich  supplies  I  find  in  thee, 
Springing  up  within  my  heart, 

Rising  to  eternity. 


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138.  JESUS  SHALL  REIGN. 

Duke  Street.  L.  M. 
(E.  H.  5;  S.  P.  76;  J.  H.  39.) 

ESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


] 


From  north  to  south  mankind  will  meet. 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 
While  all  the  world  shall  own  the  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head. 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Shall  praise  his  name  with  sweetest  song, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  loud  their  voices  shall  proclaim 
Honor  and  blessings  on  his  name. 


130.  THE  SWEETEST  NAME. 

Ortouville.   C.  M. 
(s.  P.  355;  J.  H.  146;  E.  H.  68;  w.  h.  122.) 

JESUS,  the  very  thought  of  thee 
Brings  comfort,  peace  and  rest; 
O  !  how  I  long  thy  face  to  see, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

2  No  voice  can  sing,  no  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Jesus'  name, 
The  Savior  of  mankind. 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

C)  joy  of  all  the  meek. 
To  those  who  ask,  how  kind  thou  art! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find?      Ah  I  this, 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show: 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou. 

As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be; 
In  thee  be  all  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

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Hymns  of  Daimt. 
140.      ACCEPT  OUR  PRAISES,  LORD. 

Welton.  L.  M.  (s.  P.  13.) 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring; 
Accept  thy  well-deserved  renown  ; 
We  glory  in  thy  kingly  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee; 
Grant  a  blest  hour  of  joy  and  love, 
Communion  like  to  that  above. 

3  The  gladness  of  this  happy  day ! 
O,  may  its  joys  forever  stay  ! 
Let  not  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Let  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  enhance  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  made  to  share  thy  name, 
As  bride  of  God's  anointed  Lamb. 


141.  WY  GLORIOUS  DRESS. 

Federal  Street.   L.  M.   (s.  P.  60.) 

JESUS,  thy  spotless  righteousness 
My  raiment  is,  my  glorious  dress; 
'Midst  heavenly  hosts  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2   Bold  may  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay.'' 
Fully  absolved  from  sin  I  am, 
Through  faith  in  thine  all  powerful  name. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

3  Thou  holy, meek,  unspotted  Lamb 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came; 
Who  died  for  all  mankind  to  atone, 
Now  as  my  blessed  Lord  I  own. 

4  And  now  I  see  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore. 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 


14.2,  JESUS  WEPT. 

Autumn.  8,  7. 
(s.  P.  795 ;  G.  H.  420;  E.  H.  67.) 

1ESUS  wept  in  sorrow  over 
One  w^ho  trusted  in  his  name, 
Who,  beneath  death's  sullen  power, 
Fell  a  victiin  'mongst  the  slain. 
There  his  sympathy  we  see. 
In  those  tears  at  Bethany. 

2  Through  those  tears  he  spoke  sweet  comfort 

To  the  hearts  bereaved  and  sad — 
Shadowed  forth  his  coming  power — 
Yet  to  make  the  whole  earth  glad. 

Yes.  his  power  too  we  see, 

In  his  work  at  Bethany. 

3  There  he  bade  all  hearts  look  forward 

To  his  kingdom  soon  to  come. 
Where  with  resurrection  power 
He'd  recall  the  dead  ones  home. 

O  !  what  glory  thus  we  see 

In  that  type  at  Bethany. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

When  the  pangs  of  sorrow  seize  us, 

When  the  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
We  may  bring  our  cares  to  Jesus, 
Comfort  of  the  weary  soul. 

For  his  love  and  power  we  see. 
In  his  work  at  Bethany, 


14:3»  THE  PLACE  OF  PRAYER. 

Retreat.  L.  M. 
(E.  H.  198.) 

ESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy -seat; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found. 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 


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2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Dost  dwell  with  those  of  humble  mind; 
Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 
And,  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Great  Shepherd,  good,  and  wise,  and  true, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew; 

Here,  to  our  hearts  thyself  reveal, 
And  let  us  each  thy  presence  feel. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  lighten  care; 
Here  teach  our  hope  and  trust  to  rise; 
Reveal  thy  glory  to  our  eyes. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn, 
144.  JOY  TO  THE  WORLD. 

Antioch.   C.  31. 

(J.  H.  572;  E.  H.  50.) 

PART    I. 

OY  to  the  world  !   the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let    saints  rejoice  and  sing  ! 
He  comes  to  claim  his  virgin  bride, 
Her  triumph  soon  to  bring. 


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2  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  fainting  souls  ! 

The  signs  long  promised  read. 
Messiah's  chariot  onward  rolls; 
He  soon  the  world  will  lead. 

3  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  shall  reign  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ; 
\Vhile  field  and  wood,  and  hill  and  plain, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

4  He'll  rule  the  world  with  truth  and  grace; 

The  nations  all  shall  prove 
The  blessings  of  his  righteousness. 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

5  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  to  all  ! 

Through  thi-s  blest  gospel  flow; 
A  sweet  relief  from    every  ill. 
And  rest  from  all  our  woe. 

6  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

O  earth,  receive  thy  King  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  grateful  tribute  bring. 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 


PART  II. 

7  Joy  to  the  world  !   the  Lord  is  come ! 

Angels  and  men  rejoice  ! 
The  jubilee  will  soon  begin; 

Praise  God  with  heart  and  voice  \ 

8  All  nature's  voices  loud  proclaim 

The  praises  of  our  King ! 
Ye  winds  and  floods  and  thunders  loud, 
Ye  may  your  tributes  bring. 

9  Thou  shining  sun,  thou  smiling  flower, 

Ye  waving  fields  of  grain, 
Thou  murm'ring  zephyr,  streamlet's  song, 
Bring  in  the  minor  strain. 

10  And  everything  in  which  is  breath 

May  lift  a  tuneful  song; 
The  woods  may  clap  their  giant  hands, 
And  roll  his  praise  along. 

11  Thus  may  the  orchestral  chorus  ring 

O'er  mountain,  hill  and  plain. 
And  melodies  of  earth  and  heav'n 
Join  in  the  glad  refrain. 

12  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come ! 

Let  praise  all  tongues  employ; 
In  loftiest,  sweetest  harmony. 
Express  your  heart-felt  joy. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
145,  KEEP  ME,  LORD. 

Dennis.   S.  A/. 
(G.  H    114;  J.  H.  293 ;  E.  H.  259.) 

'^EEP  thou  my  way,  O  Lord; 
t  V     Myself  I  cannot  guide; 
Nor  dare  I  trust  my  falt'ring  steps 
One  moment  from  thy  side. 


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2  I  cannot  live  aright, 

Save  as  Fm  close  to  thee  ; 
My  heart  would  fail  without  thine  aid; 
Choose  thou  my  w^ay  for  me. 

3  For  every  joy  of  faith, 

And  every  high  design — 
For  all  of  good  my  soul  can  know, 
The  glory.  Lord,  be  thine. 

4  Free  grace  my  pardon  seals. 

Through  the  atoning  blood  ; 
Free  grace  the  full  assurance  brings 
Of  peace  with  thee,  my  God. 

5  O  !  speak,  and  I  will  hear; 

Command  and  I  obey; 
My  willing  feet  with  joy  shall  haste 
To  run  thy  righteous  way. 

6  Keep  thou  my  vvand'ring  heart. 

And  bid  it  cease  to  roam; 
O  !  bear  me  safe  through  earthly  strife. 
To  Paradise,  my  home. 

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Hymns  of  Dawft. 
146.  CHRIST,  OUR  LIFE. 

U'ilmot.  8,  7. 
(s.  P.  1287;  G.  H.  422;  J.  H.  387.) 

ABORING  and  heavy  laden, 
Wanting  help  in  time  of  need, 
Fainting  by  the  way  from  hunger, 
"Bread  of  life,"  on  thee  we  feed. 


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2  Thirsting  for  the  springs  of  waters 

That,  by  love's  eternal  law, 
From  the  stricken  rock  are  flowing, 
"Well  of  life,"  from  thee  we  draw 

3  In  the  land  of  cloud  and  shadow, 

Where  no  human  eve  can  see, 
Light  to  those  who  sit  in  darkness, 
"Light  of  life,"  we  walk  in  thee. 

4  Thou  the  grace  of  life  supplying, 

Thou  the  crown  of  life  wilt  give; 
Dead  to  sin,  and  daily  dying, 
Life  of  life,  in  thee  we  live. 


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147.  LET  EARTH  AND  HEAVEN  AGREE. 

Lisiher.  H.  M.  (s.  r.  ioi8.) 

ET  earth  and  heaven  agree. 
Angels  and  men  be  joined. 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Savior  of  mankind; 
To  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 

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Hymns  of  DaWH. 

1  Jesus  !  transporting  sound  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 
No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  given, 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have; 
For  Jesus  came  the  world  to  sa\e. 

3  O  !  for  a  trumpet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call  ! 

To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
In  him  w^ho  died  for  all ! 

For  all  my  Lord  was  crucified; 

For  all  the  world  my  Savior  died. 


148.  THE  GOSPEL  FEAST, 

Howard.    C.  M.  (j.  H.  205.) 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Eternal  wisdom  hath  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  our  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

3  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

Why  pine  away  and  die  ? 
Here  you  may  quench  your  longing  thirst 
From  springs  that  never  dry. 

4  Abundant  grace  and  blessings  here 

In  rich  profusion  join; 
Salvation  in  full  ineasure  flows 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

5   The  gates  divine  of  heav'nly  grace 
Are  open  to  our  prayers; 
And  when  we  come  to  seek  supplies, 
God  grants  us  our  desires. 


149.  HID  WITH  CHRIST. 

Berrien,   C.  M.   (j.  h.  190.) 

LET  us  rejoice  in  Christ  the  Lord, 
Who  claims  us  for  his  own; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word, 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Though  many  foes  beset  us  'round, 

And  feeble  is  our  arm. 
Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm, 

3  Though  now  he's  unperceived  by  sense. 

Faith  sees  him  always  near — 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence, 
To  save  from  every  fear. 

4  As  surely  as  he  overcame. 

And  conquered  death  and  sin, 
So  surely  those  who  trust  his  name 
May  all  his  triumph  win. 


150*  GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

Woodland.   C.  M. 
(S.  P.  366;  J.  H.  158.) 

LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue; 
It  has  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

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Hymns  of  Daivn. 

2  Its  pleasures  can  no  longer  please, 

Nor  happiness  afford; 
Far  from   my  thoughts  be  joys   like   these, 
vSince  I  have  found  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice; 

I  bid  them  all  depart; 
His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  mv  roving^  heart. 


151.  ARISE  AND  SHINE. 

(g.  h.  198.) 

P      T  IFT  up,  lift  up  thy  voice  with  singing, 

A>     O  earth,  with  strength  lift    up  thy  voice! 
God's  kingdom  to  the  earth  is  coming. 
The  King  is  at  thy  gates — rejoice  ! 

Cho. — Arise  and  shine  in  youth  eternal; 

Thy  light  is  come,   thy  King  appears  ! 
Beyond  this  century's  swinging  portal, 
Breaks   the    new    dawn — the    thousand 
years ! 

2   And  while  the  earth  with  strife  is  riven, 
And  envious  factions  truth  do  hide, 
Lo  !  he,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 
Stands  at  the  door  and  claims  his  bride. 

321  (21) 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Lift  up  thy  gates  !  bring  forth  oblations  ! 

The  Lord  of  earth  his  message  sends; 
His  Word,  a  sword,  will  smite  the  nations; 
His  name,  the  Christ,  the  King  of  kings. 

4  He's  come  !  let  all  the  earth  adore  him; 

The  path  his  human  nature  trod 
vSpreads  to  a  royal  realm  before  him, 
The  Life  of  life,  the  Word  of  God! 


152.  ^  THOUSAND  YEARS. 

IIFT  up  your  heads,  desponding  pilgrims; 
■^     Give  to  the  winds  your  needless  fears; 
He  w^ho  hath  died  on  Calvary's  mountain. 
Soon  is  to  reign  a  thousand  years. 

Cho. — A  thousand  years  !  earth's  coming  glory  ! 
'Tis  the  glad  day  so  long  foretold; 
'Tis  the  bright  morn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Prophets  foresaw  in  times  of  old. 

2  Tell  the  whole  w^orld  these  blessed  tidings; 

Speak  of  the  time  of  rest  that  nears; 
Tell  the  oppressed  of  every  nation, 
Jubilee  lasts  a  thousand  years. 

3  What  if  the  clouds  do  for  a  moment 

Hide  the  blue  sky  where  morn  appears? 
Soon  the  glad  sun  of  promise  given 
Rises  to  shine  a  thousand  years. 

4  Haste  ye  along,  ages  of  glory; 

Haste  the  glad  time  w^hen  Christ  appears. 
O  !  that  I  may  be  one  found  worthy 
To  reign  with  him  a  thousand  years. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
153.  LIfT  UP  YOUR  HEADS. 

Welton.  L.M.  (s.  p.  i^ 

LIFT  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates  ! 
Behold  !  the  King  of  glory  waits; 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Savior  of  the  world  is  here. 

2  The  Lord  is  just,  a  helper  tried; 
Mercy  is  ever  at  his  side. 

His  kingly  crown  is  holiness. 
His  scepter  one  of  righteousness. 

3  O  !  blessed  they,  and  greatly  blest, 
Where  Christ  is  ruler  and  confessed  ! 
O  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes, 

To  whom  this  King  of  triumph  comes  ! 

4  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart; 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer,  and  love,  and  joy. 

5  Redeemer,  come  !  I  open  wide 

My  heart  to  thee:  here.   Lord,  abide  ! 
Let  me  thy  constant  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

6  O  !  come,  my  Sovereign,  enter  in; 
Yet  more  thy  nobler  life  begin; 
Thy  w^ord  and  spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  the  glorious  crown  be  won  ! 

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Hyjuns  of  Datvn. 
154:.  LIGHT  OF  THE  WORLD. 

Warwick.   C.  M. 
(j.  H.  202;  s.  p.  678;  G.  H.  213.) 

IGHT  of  the  world,  shine  on  our  souls; 
Thy  grace  to  us  aftbrcl; 
And  while  we  meet  to  learn  thy  truth, 
Be  thou  our  teacher,  Lord. 


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2  As  once  thou  didst  thy  word  expound 

To  those  who  walked  with  thee, 
So  teach  us,  Lord,  to  understand. 
And  its  hlest  fulness  see — 

3  Its  richness,  sweetness,  power  and  depth, 

Its  holiness  discern; 
Its  joyful  news  of  saving  grace 
By  blest  experience  learn. 

4  Help  us  each  other  to  assist; 

Thy  spirit  now  impart; 
Keep  humble,  but  with  love  inspire 
To  thee  and  thine,  each  heart. 

5  Thus  may  thy  Word  be  dearer  still, 

And  studied  more  each  day; 
And  as  it  richly  dwells  within, 
Thyself  in  it  display. 


155 


HALLELUJAH. 
(W.  H.  94.) 

LIKE  the  sound  of  many  waters 
Rolling  on  through  ages  long, 
In  a  tide  of  rapture  breaking — 
Hark  !  the  mighty  choral  song 


Hymns  of  Dawrt. 

Cho. — Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 

Let  the  heavenly  portals  ring  ! 
Christ  has  come,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
Christ  the  Lord,  Messiah,  King. 

3   Lo  !  the  Morning  Star  appeareth; 

O'er  the  world  his  beams  are  cast; 
He  the  Alpha  and  Omega, 

He,  the  Great,  the  First,  the  Last. 

3   Savior,  not  with  costly  treasure 
Do  we  gather  at  thy  throne; 
All  we  have,  our  hearts,  we  give  thee- 
Consecrate  them  thine  alone. 


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156.        Ff^O^  DARKNESS  TO  LIGHT. 

Harisjell.  8,  g. 
(G.  H.  227 ;  S.  P.  1068 ;  J.  H  .  496.) 

LONG  in  bondage  we  have  w^aited 
For  the  dawning  of  the  light; 
Error's  chains  we've  felt  and  hated 

Through  the  long  and  weary  night. 
Now  the  blessed  light  appearing 

Fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace. 
Doubt  and  fear  for  aye  dispelling: 
O  !  what  rest  in  this  release  ! 

3   Lord,  we  recognize  its  fountain. 
In  thy  long-looked-for  return, 

In  thy  glory-crowned  mountain. 
How  our  hearts  within  us  burn  ! 

Lo,  in  all  the  clear  fulfilling 
Of  old  prophecy  and  type, 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Now  we  see  thy  kingdom  coming; 
For  the  time  is  fully  ripe. 

3  O  !  we  long  to  see  thy  glory 

Streaming  wide  o'er  all  the  earth; 
Every  error,  old  and  hoary, 

Flee  to  realms  that  gave  them  birth. 
For  this  glorious  culmination. 

Not  for  long  shall  Zion  wait: 
Soon  will  come  her  coronation; 

Lo,  her  King  is  at  the  gate. 

4  Bride  and  Bridegroom,  then  appearing, 

Shall  illuminate  earth's  gloom; 
And  the  nations  will  be  shouting, 

Lo  !  our  King  !  make  room,  make  room. 
O  !  the  times  of  glad  refreshing 

Soon  shall  bring  a  sweet  release, 
Through  the  glorious  reign  of  blessing, 

Through  the  mighty  Prince  of  Peace. 


157.  HAIL  THE  KING. 

(g.  h.  262.) 

LOOK,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious; 
See  the  "'  Man  of  sorrows  "  now ; 
Conqueror,  he's  crowned  victorious; 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow. 

Cho. — Hail  him  !  hail  him  !  angels,  hail  him  I 
Hail  the  Savior,  King  of  kings  ! 
Hail  him  !  hail  him  !  nations,  hail  him  ! 
Hail  the  Savior,  King  of  kings. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Hail  the  Savior !  angels,  hail  him  ! 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings; 
In  the  seat  of  power  crown  him, 
\Vhile  the  vault  of  heaven  rings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, 

]Mocking  thus  the  vSavior's  claim: 
Saints  and  angels  throng  around  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name. 

4  Hark  I  the  burst  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  I  these  loud  triumphant  chords 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station; 
O  !  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 


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158t  DEPART  IN  PEACE. 

Sunny  side.  S,  7. 
(J.  H.  441  •) 

ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Bid  us  now  depart  in  peace; 
vStill  on  heavenly  manna  feeding. 

Let  our  faith  and  love  increase. 
Fill  each  soul  with  consolation; 

Up  to  thee  our  hearts  we  raise: 
When  we  reach  our  blissful  station, 

We  will  render  nobler  praise. 


159.  LORD,  GO  WHH  US. 

Z/ivi.  S,  7,  4. 

(E.  H.   156;    S.  p.  814;  J.  H.   521.) 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thv  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 

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IIyf?ms  of  Dawn. 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

O  !  refresh  us. 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 


160.  ENTIRELY  THINE. 

Uxbridgc.  L.  M. 
(s.  p.  54;  J.  H.  20;  E.  H.  91.) 

ORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 

Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  of  thine; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be. 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 


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2  Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die. 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity: 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

3  Here,  at  the  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  dying  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  dear  Master   now  I  call. 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

4  Do  thou  assist  thy  feeble  one 
The  great  engagement  to  perform; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
161.  I  DELIGHT  IN  THEE. 

Shir  land.  S.  M. 
(S.  P.  619;    G.  II.  211  ;    J.  H.  306.) 

T  ORD,  I  delight  in  thee, 
-Lv     And  on  thy  care  depend; 
To  thee  in  everv  trouble  flee, 
^ly  best,  my  truest  Friend. 

2  When  nature's  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same; 

With  this  will  I  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  thy  name. 

3  Who  makes  my  life  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide; 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor 


What  can  I  want  beside 


4  I  cast  my  care  on  thee  I 
I  triumph  and  adore: 
Henceforth   my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 


162.  THE  HOUR  OF  PRAYER. 

Horton. 
(s.  p.  1113.) 

LORD,  no  hour  is  half  so  sweet, 
From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star. 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet. 
The  ever  blessed  hour  of  prayer. 

2   Blest  that  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 
Blest  that  solemn  hour  of  eve, 

3-9 


Hymns  of  Dauni. 

When,  on  wings  of  prayer  upborne, 
Cumb'ring  cares  of  earth  1  leave. 

3  Then  my  strength  b}'  thee  renewed, 

And  transgressions  all  forgiv'n; 
Thou  dost  cheer  my  solitude 

With  the  peace  and  joy  of  heav'n. 

4  Words  can't  tell  what  sweet  relief 

For  my  wants  I  here  do  find — 
Strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief, 
Joy  and  hope  and  peace  of  mind. 

5  Hushed  is  doubt,  and  every  fear; 

And  I  seem  in  heav'n  to  stay; 
E'en  the  penitential  tear 

A\'ith  softest  touch  is  wiped  away. 

6  Till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore. 

This  my  privilege  shall  be, 
Here  my  soul  to  thus  outpour, 
Simply,  fervently  to  thee. 


163.       FRIEND  OF  THE  FRIENDLESS. 

]VanL  L.  M. 
(s.  r.  47;  J.  H.  38.) 
T  ORD  of  mv  life,  to  thee  I  call; 
iv     Afflicted,^  at  thy  feet  I  fall; 
When  the  great  trouble-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  mv  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2   Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint. 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  .f* 
Where,  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor.? 


Hxmns  of  Daivn. 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  promise  still  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain? 

4  Poor  though  I  be,  despised,  forgot. 
Yet  Christ,  my  Lord,  forgets  me  not; 
His  promises  I  daily  plead. 

And  he  supplies  my  every  need. 


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HEAR  THE  CALL. 

(G.  H.    149.) 

10  !  the  day  of  God  is  breaking; 
-^     See  the  gleaming  from  afar  ! 
Sons  of  earth  from  slumber  waking. 
Hail  the  bright  and  Morning  Star. 

Cho. — Hear  the  call  !  O  gird  your  armor  on, 
Grasp  the  Spirit's  mighty  sword; 
Take  the  helmet  of  salvation. 

Pressing  on  to  battle  for  the  Lord  ! 

2  Trust  in  him  who  is  your  Captain; 

Let  no  heart  in  terror  quail; 
Jesus  leads  the  gath'ring  legion. 
In  his  name  we  shall  prevail. 

3  Onward  marching,  firm  and  steady, 

Faint  not,  fear  not  Satan's  frown, 
For  the  Lord  is  with  you  always. 
Till  you  wear  the  victor's  crown. 

4  Conq'ring  bands  with  banners  waving. 

Pressing  on  o'er  hill  and  plain, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Ne'er  shall  halt  till  swells  the  anthem, 
"  Christ  o'er  all  the  earth  doth  reign  !" 


165.  LOVE  DIVINE. 

Greenville.  8,  7. 
(j.  H.  475;  E.  H.  96;  s.  p.  801.) 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down; 
Thou  hast  made  with  us  thy  dwelling, 

Love  doth  all  thy  favors  crown. 
Father,  thou  art  all  compassion; 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Thou  hast  brought  to  us  salvation; 
Thee  we  love  with  all  our  heart. 

2  O  Almighty  to  deliver  ! 

Let  us  more  thy  life  receive; 
Dwell  in  us,  and  never,  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave; 
Thee  we  would  be  always  pleasing. 

Love  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 
Serve  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Witnessing  to  thy  great  love. 

3  Finish,  Lord,  thy  new  creation; 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be; 
Show  us  all  thy  great  salvation— 

Thine  shall  all  the  glory  be. 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  we  see  thine  own  dear  face; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

33^ 


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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
166.  LOVE  OF  JESUS. 

(W.  H.  92.) 

OVE  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 

Fill  this  longing  heart  of  mine; 
Ceaseless  struggling  after  life, 
AV^eary  with  the  endless  strife, 
Blessed  Savior,  lend  thine  aid; 
Lift  thou  up  my  fainting  head  ! 
Lead  me  to  my  long-sought  rest, 
Never  more  by  cares  opprest. 

Thou  alone  my  trust  shall  be, 
Thou  alone  canst  comfort  me; 
Only,  Jesus,  let  thy  grace 
Be  my  shield  and  hiding-place; 
Let  me  know  thy  saving  power 
In  temptation's  fiercest  hour; 
Then,  my  Savior,  at  thy  side 
Let  me  evermore  abide. 

Thou  hast  wrought  this  fond  desire. 
And  thou  dost  w4th  hope  inspire; 
Thou  dost  wean  from  all  below; 
Thee,  and  thee  alone  to  know. 
Thou,  who  hast  inspired  the  cry. 
Thou  alone  canst  satisfy; 
Love  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 
Fill  this  longing  heart  of  mine. 


167,  HE  IS  ALTOGETHER  LOVELY. 

Orto7ivilk.  C.  M. 
(j.  H.  146;  s.  p.  355;  E.  H.  68;  w.  h.  122.  ) 
A/TAJESTIC  sweetness  sits   enthroned 
^^      Upon  the  Savior's  brow; 


Zll 


Hymns   of  Daivn. 

His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  overflow. 

2  None  other  could  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men; 
He's  fairer  too  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly   train. 

3  He  saw  men  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  their  relief; 
For  us  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  our  grief. 

4  God's  promises,  exceeding  great, 

He  makes  to  us  secure; 
Yea,  on  this  rock  our  faith  may  rest, 
Immovable,  secure. 

5  O  !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  grace  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Savior,  since  I'm  owned  as  thine, 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 


168.  ^HAT  A    SAVIOR. 

(  G.  H.  140.  ) 

AN  of  sorrow^s!"  what  a  name 
For  the  son   of  God  who  came. 
Ruined  sinners  to  reclaim  ! 
Hallelujah!  what  a  Savior  ! 


"M-' 


Bearing  shame  and  scoffing  rude. 
In  my  place  condemned  he  stood; 
Sealed  my  pardon  with  his  blood; 
Hallelujah!  what  a  vSavior  ! 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Guilty,  vile,  and  helpless,  we; 
Spotless  Lamb  of  God  was  he. 
"Full  atonement!"  can  it  be? 

Hallelujah!  what  a  Savior  ! 

4  Lifted  up  was  he  to  die, 
"It  is  finished,"  w^as  his  cry. 
Now  in  heaven  exalted  high, 

Hallelujah  !  what  a   Savior  ! 

5  When  he  comes,  our  glorious  King, 
All    his  ransomed  home  to  bring, 
Then  anew  this  song  ^ve'll  sing: 

Hallelujah  !  what  a  Savior  ! 


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169.  RESURRECTION  MORN. 

(G.  H.   184.) 

ANY  sleep,  but  not  forever; 
There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn: 
We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never, 

On  the  resurrection  morn. 
From  the  deepest  caves  of  ocean, 
From  the  desert  and  the  plain. 
From  the  valley  and  the  mountain. 
Countless  throngs  shall  rise  again. 

Cho. — Many  sleep,  but  not  forever; 

There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn; 
We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never. 
On  the  resurrection  morn. 

3   When  we  see  a  precious  blossom, 
That  we  tended  with  such  care, 
Rudely  taken  from  our  bosom. 
How  our  aching  hearts  despair  ! 

335 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Round  its  little  grave  we  linger 
Till  the  setting  sun  is  low, 

Feeling  all  our  hopes  have  perished 
With  the  flow'r  we  cherished  so. 

Yes,  they  sleep,  but  not  forever, 

In  the  lone  and  silent  grave; 
Blessed  promise!  they  shall  waken; 

Jesus  died  the  lost  to  save. 
In  the  dawning  of  the  morning. 

When  this  troubled  night  is  o'er, 
All  these  buds  in  beauty  blooming, 

Well  rejoice  to  see  once  more. 


170.  GLORY  MY  HOME. 

Siveet  Hojiic.  1 1. 
(s.  p.  1501;  J.  II.  45S.) 

'1\  TID  scenes  of  confusion   and  creature  com- 
^'J-      plaints. 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints  ! 
To  know  at  the  banquet  of  blessing  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home  ! 

Home  !    home  !   sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,    my   home. 

2   Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace; 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,   vs^hose  love   cannot 

cease; 
Though  having  thy  presence  wherever  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory,  at  home  ! 

Home  !   home  !   sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,    my   home. 

336 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O  !  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day. 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,    my   home. 


171.        OUR  KING  IS  MARCHING  ON. 

TNE  eyes  can  see  the  glory  of  the  presence 
of  the  Lord; 
He  is  trampling  out   the  winepress   where   his 

grapes  of  wrath  are  stored; 
I  see  the  flaming  tempest  of  his  swift  descend- 
ing sword; 

Our  King  is  marching  on. 

Chx). — Glory,  Glory,  Hallelujah,  etc. 

2  1  can  see  his  coming  judgments,  as  they   circle 

all  the  earth. 
The  signs  and  groanings  promised,   to  precede 

a  second  birth; 
I  read  his  righteous  sentence,  in  the  crumbling 

thrones   of  earth: 

Our  King  is  marching  on. 

3  The  "Gentile    Times"  are    closing,    for    their 

kings  have  had  their  day; 
And  with  them   sin   and   sorrow    will    forever 

pass  away; 
For  the  tribe   of  Judah's   Lion   now   comes   to 

hold  the  sway: 

Our  King  is  marching  on. 

Zll  (22) 


Hymns  of  DaWH. 

4  The  seventh  trump  is  sounding,  and  our  King 
knows  no  defeat. 
He  will  sift  out  the  hearts   of  men   before   his 

judgment  seat. 
O  !  be  swift,  my  soul,  to  welcome  him,  be  jubi- 
lant, my  feet: 

Our  King  is  marching  on. 


17/2.  WORE  LOVE  TO  THEE. 

(E.  H.  148;    G.  H.  136;    W.  H.  7.) 

A /[ORE  love  to  thee,  O  Christ! 
iVl     More  love  to  thee  ! 
Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee. 
This  is  my  earnest  plea : 

More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee ! 
More  love  to  thee  ! 

More  love  to  thee  ! 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest; 
Now  thee  alone  I  seek; 

Give  what  is  best. 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be: 

More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee ! 
More  love  to  thee ! 

More  love  to  thee  ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain; 
Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 
Sweet  their  refrain. 


Hy7ntis  of  Dawfi. 

When  thev  can  sing  with  me, 
Tvlore  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee  ! 

More  love  to  thee  ! 
More  love  to  thee  ! 

Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  thy  praise; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise; 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be: 

More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee ! 
More  love  to  thee ! 

More  love  to  thee  ! 


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173.   AT  THE  CROSS  THERE'S  ROOM. 

(W.  H.   lO.) 

OURNER,  wheresoever  thou  art, 
At  the  cross  there's  room. 
Tell  the  burden  of  thy  heart; 

At  the  cross  there's  room. 
Tell  it  in  thy  Savior's  ear, 
Cast  away  thine  every  fear. 
Only  speak  and  he  will  hear; 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 

Haste  thee,  wanderer,  tarry  not; 

At  the  cross  there's  room. 
Seek  that  consecrated  spot; 

At  the  cross  there's  room. 
Heavy  laden,  sore  oppressed. 
Love  can  soothe  thy  troubled  breast; 
In  the  Savior  find  thy  rest; 

At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 

339 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 

Blessed  thought !  for  every  one 
At  the  cross  there's  room. 

Love's  atoning  work  is  done; 
At  the  cross  there's  room. 

Streams  of  boundless  mercy  flow^, 

Free  to  all  who  thither  go; 

O  !   that  all  the  world  might  know 
At  the  cross  there's  room  ! 


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174.  f^^TH  LOOKS  TO  THEE. 

A'^ew  Haven. 
(e.  H.  86;  G.  H.  117.) 

Y  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
IVi     Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Savior  divine; 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away; 
O  !  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
vStrength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  !  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be- 

A  living  fire. 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread. 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day; 

340 


Hymns  of  Dawn, 

Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away; 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Savior,  heav'nly  dove, 
Fear  and  distress  remove; 
Bear  me  on  wings  of  love, 

A  ransomed  soul. 


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175.  THINE  THE  GLORY. 

Revive   Us  Again. 

(G.  H.  25;    W.  H.  57.) 

Y  God,  I  have  found 

The  thrice  blessed  ground. 
Where  life  and  where  joy  and  true  comfort  abound. 

Cho. — Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory  I 
Hallelujah  !  Amen  I 
Hallelujah  !   Soon  in  glory  ! 
We'll  praise  thee  again. 

2  'Tis  found  in  the  blood 
Of  him  who  once  stood 

My  refuge  and  safety,  my  surety  with  God. 

3  He  bore  on  the  tree 
The  sentence  for  me, 

And  now  both  the  surety  and  sinner  are  free. 

4  And  though  here  so  low 
'Mid  sorrow  and  woe, 

How^  blessed  this  hope  of  the  gospel  to  know  I 

341 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 

5   And  this  we  shall  find — 
For  such  is  his  mind — 
This  gospel  will  open  the  eyes  of  the  blind. 


176,  MY  SATISFYING  PORTION. 

St.  Martins.   C.  M. 
(E.  H.  85;  J.  H.  136.) 
Y  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  source  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 


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2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
And  all  thy  promises  combine 
My  longing  soul  to  bless. 

4  My  soul  would  keep  the  narrow  way 

In  footprints  of  my  Lord, 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  path. 
Directed  by  thy  Word. 


177,       I  DELIGHT  TO  DO  THY  WILL. 

Rockinghafn.  L.  M. 

(G.  H.   103;    S.  P.  29;    J.  H.  44;    E.  H.   151.) 

gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay. 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates,  and  obey. 

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Hymns  of  Daiun. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end: 
'Tis  my  delight  thy  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  I  would  not  sigh  for  worldly  joy. 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Savior  I  would  live, 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died; 
Nor  could  all  worldly  honor  give 
Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  shall  future  ages  bless, 

When  present  evils  are  no  more; 
And  all  the  world  shall  then  confess 
His  wondrous  love,  his  saving  power. 


178.  THE  SOLID  ROCK. 

(w.  H.  lOO;   G.  H.  162.) 

^/f  Y  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 

Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame. 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

Cho. — On  Christ,  the  Solid  Rock,  I  stand; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2   When  darkness  seems  to  vail  his  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace; 
In  every  high  and  stormy  gale. 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail. 

343 


HyiHJis  of  Dawn. 

His  oath,  his  cov'nant  and  his  blood 
Support  me  in  the  'whelming  flood; 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He,  then,  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. 


179.  ENDLESS  SONG. 

(\V.  H.    22.) 

MY  life  flow^s  on  in  endless  song; 
Above  earth's  lamentation, 
I  catch  the  sw^eet,  not  far-off  hymn. 

That  hails  a  New  Creation. 
Through  all  the  tumult  and  the  strife, 

I  hear  the  music  ringing; 
It  finds  an  echo  in  my  soul — 
How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 

2  What  though  my  joys  and  comfort  die  ! 

The  Lord  my  Savior  liveth; 
What  though  the  darkness  gather  round  ! 

vSongs  in  the  night  he  giveth. 
No  storm  can  shake  my  inmost  calm, 

While  to  that  refuge  clinging; 
Since  Christ  is  Lord  of  heav'n.and  earth. 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing } 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes;   the  cloud  grows  thin; 

I  see  the  blue  above  it; 
And  day  by  day  this  pathway  smooths, 

Since  first  I  learned  to  love  it. 
The  peace  of  Christ  makes  fresh  my  heart, 

A  fountain  ever  springing; 
All  things  are  mine  since  I  am  his — 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing.^ 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
180.  ^EST  WITH  GOD. 

Sessions.  L.  M. 
(S.  p.  98;    G.  H.  215;   W.  H.  120.) 

MY  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
My  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 
Where'er  I  dwell,  I  dwell  with  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time; 
My  country  is  in  every  clime; 
I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  thou  art  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none; 
But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 


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181,  MY  ALMIGHTY  FRIEND. 

St.  Martins.     C.  31. 
(e.  H.  85  ;    T.  H.  136.) 

Y  Father,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end? — 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace. 

2  I  trust  in  thy  eternal  word; 
Thy  goodness  I  adore: 
O  !  give  me  grace  through  Christ,  my  Lord, 
That  I  may  serve  thee  more. 

345 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road; 
And  tread,  with  courage,  in  thy  strength, 
The  narrow  way  to  God. 

4  Awake  !  awake  I  my  tuneful  powers, 

With  this  delightful  song; 
And  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 


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182,  MY  SONG. 

(G.  H.   142.) 

Y  song  shall  be  of  Jesus, 
His  mercy  crowns  my  days: 
He  fills  my  cup  with  blessings, 

And  tunes  my  heart  to  praise. 
My  song  shall  be  of  Jesus, 

The  precious  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  gave  himself,  my  ransom, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blooc 

2  My  song  shall  be  of  Jesus, 
When,  sitting  at  his  feet, 

I  call  to  mind  his  goodness 
In  meditation  sweet. 

My  song  shall  be  of  Jesus, 
Whatever  ill  betide; 

ril  sing  the  grace  that  saves  me 
And  keeps  me  at  his  side. 

3  My  song  shall  be  of  Jesus 
While  pressing  on  my  way 

To  reach  the  blissful  region 
Of  pure  and  endless  day. 

346 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 

And  when  my  soul  shall  enter 
The  gate  of  Eden  fair, 

A  song  of  praise  to  Jesus 
ril  sing  forever  there. 


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183.  WATCHFULNESS. 

Laban.  S.  M, 
(g.  H.  112;   S.  P.  l66;   J.  H.  304.) 

Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  prize. 

2  O  !  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  gained  thy  crown. 

184.  COURAGE  1  FAINTING  SOUL. 

SJiirland.   S.  M, 
(S.  r.  619;    G.  H.  211  ;   J.  H.  306.) 

MY  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown; 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

3   With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 
Hold  on  the  fearful  fight. 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  with  promise  shod; 
And  on  thy  head,  ere  long,  shall  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 


185,  PRAISE  THE  LORD. 

Duke  St.  L.  M.    (s.  p.  76 ;  E.  H.  5 ;  j.  H.  39.) 

MY  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise 
To  God  the  voice  of  grateful  praise, 
And  all  thy  ransomed  powers  combine, 
To  bless  his  attributes  divine. 

2  Deep  on  my  heart  let  memory  trace 
His  acts  of  mercy  and  of  grace, 
Who,  with  a  Father's  tender  care, 
vSaved  me  when  sinking  in  despair. 

3  He  led  my  longing  soul  to  prove  _  _ 
The  joy  of  his  forgiving  love. 

And  when  I  did  his  grace  request 
He  led  my  weary  feet  to  rest. 


186.  ALL  IN  THY  HAND. 

St.  Thomas.   S.  M. 
(j.  H.  274;    S.  p.  527  ;    E.  H.  241  ;  G.  H.  32O.) 

MY  times  are  in  thy  hand:" 
My  God,  I  wish  them  there; 
My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul  I  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

"My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 

Whatever  they  may  be; 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 

As  best  may  seem   to  thee. 

"My  times  are  in  thy  hand;" 
Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear? 

My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 


N- 


187.  JESUS  PAID  IT  ALL. 

{W.  H.    40.) 
AUGHT    of  merit  or  of  price 
Remains  to  justice  due; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all — 
Yes,  all  that  I  did  owe. 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all. 

All  the  debt  I  owed; 
Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all, 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owed. 

2  When  he  from  his  lofty  throne 
Stooped  down  to  do  and  die, 

Every  thing  was  fully  done; 
"  'Tis  finished  !"  was  his  cry. 

3  Weary  not,  O  toiling  one, 
Whate'erthy  conflict  be; 

W^ork  for  him  with  cheerful  heart, 
Who  suflfered  all  for  thee. 

4  Bring  a  willing  sacrifice. 
Thy  soul,  to  Jesus'  feet; 

Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone. 
All  glorious  and  complete. 

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Hymns   of  Dawn. 
188,  NEARER  TO  THEE. 

Bet/iafiy.  6,  4. 
(J.  H.  425;  E.  H.  147;  ^-  P-  1223.) 

NEARER,  iny  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me. 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee  ! 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee! 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Daylight  all  gone, 
Darkness  comes  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  even  here  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee! 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee ! 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

3  Bright  doth  thy  truth  appear 

Shining  from  heaven  ; 
This  light  thou  sendest  me. 

In  mercy  given, 
Ever  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee ! 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee ! 

Nearer  to  thee  I 

4  Lord,  I  would  scale  the  height, 

Nearer  to  be; 
My  soul  would  wing  its  flight 
Qinckly  to  thee. 

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Hynifis  of  Dawn. 

O  !  may  each  day  bear  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee  ! 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee  ! 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 


189.  ^EST  IN  CHRIST. 

Ninoard.     C.  M. 
(J.  H.    205.) 


N 


TO  longer  far  from  rest  I  roam, 
i^i      And  search  in  vain  for  bliss; 
My  soul  is  satisfied  at  home; 
The  Lord  my  portion  is. 

2  His  Word  of  promise  is  my  food; 

His  Spirit  is  my  guide; 
Thus  daily  is  my  strength  renewed; 
My  wants,  too,  are  supplied. 

3  For  him  I  count  as  gain  each  loss; 

Disgrace,  for  him,  renown; 
Well  may  I  glory  in  his  cross, 
While  he  prepares  my  crown. 


lOO*  THE  PRECIOUS  BLOOD. 

Boy  1st  on.    S.  31. 

(W.  H.  123;    G.  H.   113;    E.  H.   114;    J.  H.  266.) 

JOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace. 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burden  he  did  bear, 
While  pouring  out  his  life  for  me; 
And  sees  her  ransom  there. 


191.  NOT  MY  OWN. 

(G.  H.    342.) 

NOT  my  own,"  but  saved  by  Jesus, 
Who  redeemed  me  by  his  blood, 
Gladly  I  accept  the  message; 
I  belong  to  Christ,  the  Lord. 

Cho. — "  Not  my  own  !"  O,  "  not  my  owm  !' 
Jesus,  I  belong  to  thee  ! 
All  I  have  and  all  I  hope  for, 
Thine  for  all  eternity. 

2  "Not  my  own!"  to  Christ,  my  Savior, 

I,  believing,  trust  my  soul; 
Everything  to  him  committed. 
While  eternal  ages  roll. 

3  "Not  my  own !"  my  time,  my  talent, 

Freely  all  to  Christ  I  bring, 
To  be  used  in  joyful  service 
For  the  glory  of  my  King. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
192«  DEAD  TO  THE  WORLD. 

Dennis.  S.  M. 
(G.  H.  114;  s.  P.  542;  J.  H.  293;  K.  H.  259.) 

NOT  to  ourselves  again, 
Not  to  the  flesh  we  live; 
Not  to  the  world  henceforth  shall  we 
Our  strength,  our  being  give. 

2  The  time  past  of  our  lives, 

Sufficeth  to  have  wrought 
The  fleshly  will,  which  only  ill 
Has  to  us  ever  brought. 

3  No  truce  with  vanity. 

Or  this  world's  idle  show; 
Lust  of  the  flesh  and  eye,  or  pride 
Of  life,  we  shall  not  know. 

4  Dead  to  the  world,  and  all 

Its  gayety  and  pride; 
To  its  vain  pomp  and  glory  be 
Forever  crucified. 

5  When  he  who  is  our  life 

Appears,  to  take  the  throne, 
We,  too,  shall  be  revealed,  and  shine 
In  glory  like  his  own. 

6  Shine  as  the  sun  shall  we 

In  the  bright  kingdom  then; 
Our  sky  without  a  single  cloud, 
Ourselves  without  a  stain. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Like  him  we  then  shall  be 
Transformed  and  glorified; 

For  we  shall  see  him  as  he  is, 
And  in  his  light  abide. 


193t         HEAVENLY  ASPIRATIONS. 

Retreat.  L.  M. 
(E.  H    198.) 

NOW  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime 
Rise  from  the  trivial  cares  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  vail,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  The  joys  of  time,  of  little  worth. 
Should  not  confine  our  thoughts  to  earth; 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys. 

So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road. 
The  narrow  way  that  leads  to  God? 
Or  can  we  love  earth's  ties  so  well. 
As  not  to  long  with  God  to  dwell? 

4  Lord,  we  w^ould  grasp  the  joys  divine, 
Find  present  joy  in  works  of  thine, 
And  press  along  the  narrow  way 
That  leads  to  realms  of  endless  day. 


194.  MIGHTY  LOVE. 

(G.  H.  46;    W.  H.  24.) 

0  BLISS  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  free ! 
I  plunge  in  the  crimson  tide  opened  for 
me; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

O'er  sin  and  uncleanness  exulting  I  stand, 
And  point  to   the  print  of  the  nails  in  his 
hand. 

Clio. — O  !  sing  of  his  mighty  love, 
Sing  of  his  mighty  love. 
Sing  of  his  mighty  love  ! — 
Mighty  to  save. 

2  O  bliss  of  the  purified  !  Jesus  is  mine; 
No  longer  in  dread  condemnation  I  pine; 
In  conscious  salvation,  I  sing  of  his  grace, 
Who  lifteth  upon  me  the  light  of  his  face. 

3  O  bliss  of  the  purified !  bliss  of  the  pure ! 
No  wound  hath  the  soul  that  his  blood  can- 
not cure; 

No  sorrow -bow^ed  head  but  may  sweetly  find 

rest. 
And  be  in  his  presence  forevermore  blest. 

4  O  Jesus,  the  crucified  !  thee  will  I  sing, 

My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  God  and  my  King  ! 
My  soul  filled  with  rapture  shall  shout  o'er  the 

grave. 
And  triumph  o'er  death  in  the  "  Mighty  to  save." 


195«       CHRIST'S  MATCHLESS  WORTH. 

Arid.  C.  P.  M. 
(E.  H.  167;  s.  P.  868;  J.  H.  332.) 

COULD   we  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
O,  could  we  sound  the  glories  forth  ! 
Which  in  our  Savior  shine, 
We'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  harmonize  all  earthly  things, 
In  strains  of  praise  sublime. 

2  The  music  of  the  spheres  should  tell 
How  he  created  all  things  well, 

Which  grace  divine  had  planned; 
And  every  radiant  human  face 
Should  speak  of  his  redeeming  grace, 

At  love's  inspired  command. 

3  In  him  how  grace  and  glory  meet. 
In  matchless  beauty,  fair  and  sweet, 

Should  then  to  all  be  shown; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise 
We  would  to  everlasting  days 

]\Iake  all  his  glories  known. 

4  O  !  the  delightful  day  wull  come. 

When  Christ,  our  Lord,  will  bring  us  home, 

And  w^e  shall  see  his  face. 
Then,  with  our  Savior,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  we'll  spend, 

Triumphant  through  his  grace. 


196.  WALKING  WITH  GOD. 

St.  Martin's.  C.  M. 
(J.  H.  136  ;  E.  H.  85.) 

FOR  a  closer  walk  w^ith  God, 
To  glorify  his  name. 
To  let  my  light  shine  on  the  road 
That  leads  men  to  the  Lamb ! 


0 


2  The  dearest  object  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  object  be, 

356 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

I  want  to  banish  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

Lord,  give  me  grace  to  walk  wuth  thee 
Through  pain,  or  loss,  or  shame, 

That  every  act  may  henceforth  be 
An  honor  to  thy  name. 


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197.  VICTORIOUS  FAITH. 

Evan.   C.  M. 
(G.  H.  107;  E.  H.  43-) 
FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe; 

That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod. 
But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or   pain. 

Will  lean  upon  its  God; 

A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 

In  darkness  feels  no  doubt; 

That  bears  unmoved  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 

Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile; 

A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way. 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  steady  ray 

Illumes  a  dying  bed. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Lord,  lead  me  to  a  faith  like  this, 
Through  trial  though  it  be; 

For  O  !   the  rest  of  faith  is  bliss, 
The  bliss  of  rest  in  thee. 


0 


198t         MOI^E  LIKENESS  TO  THEE. 

Howard.  C.  M.  (j.  H.  205.) 
FOR  a  heart  more  like  my  God, 
From  imperfection  free; 
A  heart  comformed  unto  thy  Word, 
And  pleasing,  Lord,  to  thee; 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek. 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Wherejesus  reigns  alone; 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  who  dwells  within; 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed. 

And  full  of  love  divine, 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine. 


1 99,    0  FOR  ^  THOUSAND  TONGUES! 

St.  Martins.   C.  M. 
(J.  H.  I36;E.  H.  85.) 
FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise. 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Jesus  !  the  name  that  soothes  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

And  sets  the  prisoner  free; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

4  He  speaks,  and  list'ning  to  his  voice, 

New"  life  the  dead  receive; 
The  broken,  contrite  hearts  rejoice; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 


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200.  ONWARD. 

Hendon.  (e.  h.  9;  g.  H.425.) 
|FT  in  danger,  oft  in  woe, 

Onward,  Christians,  onward  go: 
Fight  the  fight,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthened  with  the  bread  of  life. 

Onward,  Christians,  onward  go, 
Join  the  war  and  face  the  foe: 

Will  ye  flee  in  danger's  hour? 

Know  ye  not  your  Captain's  power? 

Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad; 

March,  in  heavenly  armor  clad: 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long. 

Victory  soon  shall  be  your  song. 

Onward,  then,  in  battle  move, 

More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove; 

Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe. 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
201.  0  GLORIOUS  HOPE. 

Ariel.   C.  F.  M. 
(S.  p.  868;  J.  H.  332;  E.  H.  167.) 

GLORIOUS  hope  of  heavenly  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above; 
It  bears  on  eagle  wings; 
It  gives  my  joyful  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me,  even  here,  to  feast 
With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below: 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise. 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up  ! 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop. 

But  now  the  land  possess  ! 
There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  righteousness, 
He'll  keep  his  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlasting  rest. 


20/2.  OUR  GRATEFUL  SONG. 

Balerma.   C.  M. 

(S.  p.  329;  J.  H.   163;  E.  H.   135.) 

GOD,  our  strength,  to  thee  our  song 
With  grateful  hearts  we  raise; 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  belong 
All  worship,  love  and  praise. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  In  trouble's  dark  and  stormy  hour 

Thine  ear  hath  heard  our  prayer; 
And  graciously  thine  arm  of  power 
Hath  saved  us  from  despair. 

3  And  thou,  O  ever  gracious   Lord, 

Wilt  keep  thy  promise  still, 
If,  meekly  hearkening  to  thy  word, 
We  seek  to  do  thy  will. 

4  Led  by  the  light  thy  grace  imparts, 

Ne'er  may  we  bow  the  knee 
To  idols,  which  our    wayward  hearts 
Set  up  instead  of  thee. 

5  So  shall  thy  choicest  gifts,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faithful  people  bless; 
Thy  favor  and  thy  grace  afford 
Our  truest  happiness. 


203.  HAPPY  DAY.  L.  M. 

(E.  H.    150.) 

HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Savior  and  my  God! 
Well  may  this  glownng  heart  rejoice 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 


0 


Cho. — Happy  day,  happy  day. 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away  ! 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray. 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 
Happy  day,  happy  day. 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

361 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart: 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 
Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart, 

With  him  of  every  good  possessed. 

3  Yes,  happy  every  day  has  been 

Since  I  am  his  and  he  is  mine. 
He  leads  me  and  I  follow^  on, 

Directed  through  the  Word  divine. 


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204:.  HAIL'-  HAPPY  DAY. 

Come  A7vay.  P.  M.  (j.  H.  603.) 

HAIL,  happy  day,  that  speaks  our  trials 
ended ! 
Our  Lord  has  come  to  take  us  home; 

O  hail,  happy  day  ! 
No  more  by  doubts  or  fears  distressed. 
We  now  shall  gain  our  promised  rest, 
And  be  forever  blest  I   O  hail,  happy  day  ! 

2  Swell  loud  the  glad-  note,  our  bondage  now 
is  over; 

The  Jubilee  proclaims  us  free; 

O  hail,  happy  day  ! 
The  day  that  brings  a  sweet  release. 
That  crowns  our  Jesus  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  bids  our  sorrows  cease  !  O  hail,  happy 
day  ! 

3  O  hail,  happy  day  !   that  ends  our  tears  and 
sorrows. 

That  brings  us  joy  without  alloy; 

O  hail,  happy  day  ! 
There  peace  shall  wave  her  sceptre  high, 

362 


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Hymns   of  Dawn. 

And  love's  fair  banner  greet  the  eye, 
Proclaiming  victory  !  O  hail,  happy  day ! 

4  We  hail  thy  bright  beams,  O  morn  of  Zion's 

glory  ! 
Thy  blessed  light  breaks  on  our  sight; 

O  hail,  happy  day  ! 
Fair  Beulah's  fields  before  us  rise, 
And  sweetly  burst  upon  our  eyes 
The  joys  of  Paradise  !  O  hail,  happy  day  ! 

5  Thrice    hail,  happy  day !   when  earth   shall 

smile  in  gladness. 
And  Eden  bloom  without  a  tomb; 

O  hail,  happy  day  ! 
Where  life's  pellucid  waters  glide, 
Safe  by  the  dear  Redeemer's  side. 
Forever  we'll  abide  !  O  hail,  happy  day ! 


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205.  COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

Woodla7id.   C.  M. 

(J.  H.   158;  S.  P.  366.) 

HAPPY  they  who  know-  the  Lord, 
With  whom  he  deigns  to  dwell; 
He  feeds  and  cheers  them  with  his  word, 
His  arm  supports  them  well. 

To  them,  in  each  distressing  hour. 
His  throne  of  grace  is  near; 

And  when  they  plead  his  love  and  power. 
He  stands  engaged  to  hear. 

He  helped  his  saints  in  ancient  days, 
Who  trusted  in  his  name; 

363 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  we  can  witness  to  his  praise; 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 

4  His  presence  sweetens  all  our  cares, 

And  makes  our  burdens  light; 

A  word  from  him  dispels  our  fears, 

And  gilds  the  gloom  of  night. 

5  Lord,  we  expect  to  suffer  here. 

Nor  would  we  once  repine; 
But  give  us  still  to  find  thee  near, 
And  keep  us  wholly  thine. 


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206.  HOW  HAPPY  ARE  WE ! 

Convert.  i2,  g. 
(G.  H.  244.) 

HOW  happy  are  we 
Who  in  Jesus  agree, 
And  expect  soon  his  kingdom  to  share ! 
We  w^ill  sit  in  his  throne. 
And  his  glory  make  known, 
And  his  praises  shall  sound  everywhere. 

Cho. — O  how  happy  are  we 
Who  in  Jesus  agree; 
How  happy,  how  happy  are  we  ! 

2  Now  united  to  him. 

E'en  on  this  side  the  stream 

Of  the  Jordan  that  lieth  between, 
W^e  rejoice  in  his  grace 
And  the  smile  of  his  face, 

While  the  glory  and  cross  both  are  seen. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  We  remember  the  word 
Of  our  crucified  Lord 

When  he  went  to  prepare  us  a  place- 
"I  will  come  in  that  day 
And  will  take  you  away, 

And  admit  to  the  light  of  my  face." 

4  Lo  !  our  King  from  the  skies  ! 
Hark  !  he  bids  us  arise 

To  the  mansions  of  glory  above, 
O  !  with  joy  we'll  ascend 
And  eternity  spend. 

In  proclaiming  his  wonderful  love. 


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207.  HOW  HAPPY  ARE  THEY! 

Convert.  /2,  g. 
(G.  H.  244.) 

HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Savior  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  filled  with  heavenly  love. 

3  That  sweet  comfort  is  mine, 

Since  the  favor  divine 
I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  first  believed. 

What  a  joy  I  received. 
What  a  heaven  in  his  blessed  name  ! 

3  'Tis  a  heaven  below 
Aly  Redeemer  to  know; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Even  angels  can  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Savior  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Is  my  joy  and  my  song. 

O  that  all  his  salvation  may  see  ! 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  suffered  and  died. 

To  redeem  and  from  death  set  me  free. 


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308.  THY  GRACE  IMPART. 

Mel //lore.  L.  M. 

(J.  H.   Il8.) 

LORD,  thy  promised  grace  impart, 
And  fill  my  consecrated  heart. 
Henceforth  my  chief  concern  shall  be 
To  live  and  speak  and  toil  for  thee. 

2  While  joyfully  in  thine  employ, 
The  thought  shall  till  my  soul  with  joy, 
That  my  imperfect  work  shall  be 
Acceptable  through  Christ  to  thee. 

3  Thy  watchful  eye  pervadeth  space, 
Thy  presence.  Lord,  fills  every  place; 
And  wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be. 
Still  shall  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing. 
And  safe  beneath  thy  sheltering  wing. 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
/209.  THOU  ART  NEAR. 

Sessions.  L.  M. 
(S.  p.  98;  G.  H.  215  ;  W.  H.  120.) 

LOVE  divine,  that  stooped  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear ! 
On  thee  we  cast  each  earthborn  care. 
Feeling  at  rest  while  thou  art  near. 


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Though  long  the  weary  way  we    tread, 
And  sorrow  crown  each  lingering  year, 

No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread. 

Our  hearts  still  w^hisp'ring.  Thou  art  near  ! 

When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief. 
And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 

The  murmuring  wnnd,  the  quivering  leaf, 
Shall  softly  tell  us  thou  art  near. 

On  thee  w^e  cast  our  burdening  woe, 

O  Love  divine,  forever  dear; 
Content  to  suft'er  while  w^e  know, 

Living  or  dying,  thou  art  near. 


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210.         ^oRK  Fo^  JESUS. 

(G.  H.  28;  W.  H.  55.) 

jNE  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 
One  less  of  life  for  me  ! 
But  heaven  is  nearer. 
And  Christ  is  dearer 
Than  yesterday,  to  me; 
His  love  and  light 
Fill  all  my  soul  to-night, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Cho. — One  more  day's  Avork  for  Jesus, 
One  more  day's  work  tor  Jesus, 
One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 
One  less  of  toil  for  me. 

2  One  more  day's   Avork    for  Jesus  ! 

How  glorious  is  my  King  ! 

*Tis  joy,  not  duty. 

To  show  his  beauty; 
My  soul  mounts  on  the  wing 

At  the  mere  thought. 

How  Christ  my  life  has  bought. 

3  One  more  days  work  for  Jesus  ! 

How  sweet  the  work  has  been, 

To  tell  the  story. 

To  show  the  glory. 
Where  Christ's  flock  enter  in ! 

How  it  did  shine 

In  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ! 

4  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus ! 

O  yes,  a  weary  day; 

But  heayen  shines  clearer 

And  rest  comes  nearer 
At  each  step  of  the  way; 

And  Christ  in  all. 

Before  his  face  I  fall. 

5  O  blessed  work   for  Jesus! 

O  rest  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

There  toil  seems  pleasure, 
My  wants  are  treasure, 

And  pain  for  him  is  sweet, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Lord,  if  I  may, 

I'll  serve  another  day  ! 


211.    ^  NO  OTHER  NAME. 

(O.  H.  78.) 

^NE  offer  of  salvation 

To  all  the  world  make  know^n; 
The  only  sure  foundation 
Is  Christ,  the  Corner  Stone. 


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Cho, — No  other  name  is  given, 

No  other  v^^ay  is  knov^^n. 
'Tis  Jesus  Christ,  the  First  and  Last; 
He  saves,  and  he  alone. 

2  One  door  to  life  eternal 

Stands  open  wide  to-day; 
It  leads  to  bliss  supernal; 
'Tis  Christ,  the  living  way. 

3  My  only  song  and  story 

Is,  Jesus  died  for  me; 
My  only  hope  of  glory, 
The  Cross  of  Calvary. 


212.  THE  SINNER'S  FRIEND. 

Sicily.  8,  7. 
(S.  P.  827;  J.  H.  388;  E.  H.  15.) 

kNE  there  is  above  all  others 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's. 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us. 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  our  Savior  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased. 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 


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213,  ONLY  THEE. 

(W.  H.  71.) 

kNLY  thee,  my  soul's  Redeemer ! 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  beside? 
Who  on  earth,  with  love  so  tender, 
All  my  wand'ring  steps  will  guide? 

Cho. — Only  thee,  only  thee. 

Loving  Savior,  only  thee. 

3   Only  thee  I  no  joy  I  covet 

But  the  joy  to  call  thee  mine — 
Joy  that  gives  the  blest  assurance, 

Thou  hast  owned  and  sealed  me  thine. 

3  Only  thee  !  I  ask  no  other; 
Thou  art  more  than  all  to  me; 

Present  life,  or  present  comfort — 
I  resign  them  all  to  thee. 

4  Only  thee,  whose  blood  has  cleansed  me. 
Would  my  raptured  vision  see, 

While  my  faith  is  reaching  upward, 
Ever  upward.  Lord,  to  thee. 


Hy77ins  of  Dawn. 
214:.  ONLY  WAITING. 

Sunny  side.  8,  7.  (j.  H.  441.) 

ONLY  waiting  till  the  dawning 
Is  a  little  brighter  grown, 
Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Of  the  world's  dark  night  are  flown. 
Till  the  shadows  all  shall  vanish 

In  the  blessed,  blessed  day; 
For  the  morn,  at  last,  is  breaking 

Through  the  twilight,  soft  and  gray. 

2  Only  waiting  till  the  presence 

Of  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
Shall  dispel  the  noxious  vapors, 

Ignorance,  and  prejudice; 
Till  the  glory  of  the  sunlight 

Of  the  bright  Millennial  day 
Scatters  all  the  mists  of  darkness. 

Lights  the  gloom  with  healing  ray. 

3  Waiting  for  the  restitution, 

Promised  in  the  holy  Word; 
When  our  race,  redeemed  and  risen, 

Know  and  love  their  Savior  Lord. 
When  each  man  shall  love  his  fellow; 

Justice  give  to  each  and  all; 
Dwell  in  love,  and  dwell  in  Jesus, 

Who  redeemed  them  from  the  fall. 


/215.  THE  CLEANSING  STREAM. 

(W.  H.   19.) 

NOW  I  see  the  crimson  wave, 
The  fountain  deep  and  wide; 

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Hymns  of  Dawri. 

The  blood  which  Christ  so  freely  gave, 
Which  all  our  sins  will  hide. 

Cuo. — The  cleansing  stream,  I  see,  I  see ! 
And  now  by  faith  it  cleanseth  me. 
O,  praise  the  Lord,  it  cleanseth  me ! 
It  cleanseth  me,  yes,  cleanseth  me  ! 

2  I  see  a  new  creation  rise. 

Through  merit  of  his  blood; 
I  see  the  dead  of  earth  arise, 
Washed  in  the  cleansing  flood. 

3  They  rise  to  w^alk  in  heaven's  light, 

P'orever  free  from  sin, 
With  hearts  made  pure  and  garments  white. 
And  Christ  enthroned  within. 

4  Amazing  grace  !  what  joy  to  know 

The  virtue  of  his  blood  ! 
Our  Father's  wisdom  planned  it  so; 
His  Son  our  ransom  stood. 


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THE  GREAT  DELIVERANCE. 

Zion.  8,  7,  4.    (s.  P.  814  J  J.  H.  521 ;  E,  H.  156.) 

ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo  !  the  gospel  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing — 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands: 

Mourning  captive ! 
God  hitiiself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2   Hath  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful.^ 
Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved? 

Cease  thy  mourning; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 


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God,  thy  God,  will  soon  exalt  thee; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend; 
All  thy  foes  shall  fail  to  halt  thee; 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end. 
Great  deliv'rance 

Zion's  King  begins  to  send. 

Peace  and  joy  shall  soon  attend  thee; 

All  thy  warfare  will  be  past; 
God,  thy  Savior,  doth  defend  thee; 

Victory  is  thine  at  last. 
All  thy  conflicts 

End  in  everlasting  rest. 


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217.   THE  CHURCH'S  FUTURE  WORK. 

Martyn.  7,  d. 
(J.  H.  374  ;  S.  P.  727.) 

|X  thv^ Church,  O  Power  divine! 
Cause   thy  glorious   face  to  shine, 
Till  the  nations,  from  afar, 
Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star; 
Till  her  light,  from  zone  to  zone. 
Makes  thy  great  salvation  known. 

Then  shall  she,  ^vith  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land; 
Earth  shall  yield  her  rich  increase, 
Every  breeze  shall  whisper  peace. 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn, 
218.  OUR  PRAYER. 

Sessions.  L.  M. 
(S.  p.  98;  G.  H.  215  ;  W.  H.  120.) 

|UR  Heavenly  Father  and  our  Friend, 
Behold  a  cloud  of  incense  rise: 
The  prayers  of  saints  to  heav'n  ascend; 
Hear  thou  thy  humble  children's  cries. 


0' 


Regard  our  prayers  for  Zion's  peace; 

Shed  in  our  hearts  thy  love  abroad; 
Thy  gifts  abundantly  increase; 

Enlarge  and  fill  us  all,  O  God ! 

Before  thy  sheep,  great  Shepherd,  go, 
And  guide  into  thy  perfect  will; 

Cause  us  thy  hollowed  name  to  know; 
The  work  of  faith  in  us  fulfill. 

Help  us  to  make  our  calling  sure; 

O  let  us  all  be  saints  indeed, 
And  pure,  as  thou  thyself  art  pure, 

Conformed  in  all  things  to  our  Head. 

Take  the  dear  purchase  of  thy  blood. 

Thy  blood  hath  washed  us  white  as  snow; 
Present  us  sanctified  to  God, 

In  us  thy  grace  and  glory  show. 


219.         RENDER  THANKS  TO  GOD. 

Welton.  L.  M.  (s.  p.  13.) 
RENDER  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love. 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  eternal  praise? 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  thy  chosen  shalt  afford; 
At  thy  return  to  set  men  free, 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 

4  O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
Thy  saints  in  full  prosperity, 
That  I  the  joyful  choir  may  join, 
And  count  thy  people's  triumph  mine! 


220.  REST  IN  THE  GOSPEL. 

Szoeet  Home.   (w.  h.  74;  s.  p.  1 501 ;  j.  h.  458.) 

0  SAINTS  who  are  weary  and  laden  of  soul. 
Oppressed    and    distressed     under    error's 
control, 
May  find  in  the  gospel  a  blessed  relief, 
A  balm  for  all  sorrow,  a  solace  for  grief. 

Cho. — Rest,  rest,  sweet,  sweet  rest ! 
In  the  gospel  of  grace 
There  is  sweet,  blessed  rest. 

2  Who   trusts  in  that  word    has    the  sweet    hope 

of  life. 
An  end  of  confusion  and  error  and  strife. 
Its  grace  it  imparts  to  the  truth-seeking  soul. 
Who  humbly  submits  to  its  righteous  control. 

3  On  that  sacred  page,  O,  what  glory  now  shines  ! 
As  God's  holy  Spirit  illumines  its  lines, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Displaying  his  plan  in  which  all  may  rejoice, 
And   praise  him  forever  with  heart  and  with 
voice. 

4  Rest !  rest !  O  how  blessed  this  sweet  rest  at  last ! 
Like  music  at  even  when  labor  is  past; 
Like  dawn  after  darkness,  like  health  after  pain; 
Like  sunshine  of  gladness  that  follows  the  rain. 


221.  WE  WORSHIP  THEE. 

(G.  H.  350.) 

SAVIOR,  precious  Savior, 
Whom  yet  unseen  we  love; 
O  name  of  might  and  favor, 
All  other  names  above  ! 


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Cho. — We  w^orship  thee  !   we  bless  thee  ! 
To  thee  alone  we  sing  ! 
We  praise  thee  and  confess  thee 
Our  Savior  and  our  King. 

2  O  Bringer  of  Salvation, 

Who  wondrously  hast  wrought, 
Thyself  the  revelation 

Of  love  beyond  our  thought ! 

3  In  thee  all  fulness  dwelleth, 

All  grace  and  power  divine: 
The  glory  that  excelleth, 
O  Son  of  God.  is  thine. 

4  O,  grant  the  consummation 

Of  this  our  song,  above, 
In  endless  adoration 
And  everlasting  love. 


Hymns  of  Dawn, 

Clio. — Then  shall  we  praise  and  bless  thee, 
Where  perfect  praises  ring  ! 
And  evermore  confess  thee 
Our  Savior  and  our  Kins:. 


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22/2.  TO  THE  ROCK. 

(w.  H.  66.) 

SOMETIMES  the  shadow^s  are  deep, 
And  rough  seems  the  path  to  the  goal, 
And  sorrows,  how  often  they  sweep. 
Like  tempests,  down  over  the  soul ! 

Clio. — To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I, 
O  then  to  the  Rock  let  me  fly — 
To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  O  !  sometimes  so  long  seems  the  day, 
And  sometimes  so  heavy  my  feet; 

But,  toiling  in  life's  dusty  way. 

The  Rock's  blessed  shadow,  how  sweet! 

3  O  !  near  to  the  Rock  let  me  keep. 
Or  blessings  or  sorrows  prevail. 

Or  climbing  the  mountain-way  steep, 
Or  walking  the  shadowy  vale. 


223.  MATCHLESS  LOVE. 

Bailey,  (j.  H.  2o8.) 

OvSOON  we'll  sing  the  depth  of  matchless  love, 
Why  Christ,  why  Christ  our  King  was  slain; 
As  onward  ages  ceaseless  move. 


Eternallv  we'll  reign. 


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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Come,  Savior,  let  thy  reign  begin; 

Come,  still  each  note  of  war; 
We  long  to  sing  an  end  of  sin, 

In  praise  that  sounds,  that  sounds  afar. 

We  pray  and  long  to  see  the  morning  dawn, 

The  bright,  the  bright  eternal  day, 
When  tears  are  wiped  and  sorrows  gone, 

And  clouds  have  fled  away. 
May  glowing  love  inspire  our  hearts, 

And  praise  our  tongues  employ; 
We'll  watch  and  pray  till  sin  departs. 

Then  strike  the  harps,  the  harps  of  joy. 


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224o  ^LL  OF  THEE. 

(G.  H.  268.) 

THE  bitter  pain  of  sorrow 
That  a  time  could  ever  be 
When  I  proudly  said  to  Jesus, 
'•All  of  self,  and  none  of  thee." 

3  Yet  he  found  me;  I  beheld  him 
Bleeding  on  th'  accursed  tree; 
And  my  wistful  heart  said  faintly, 
"Some  of  self  and  some  of  thee," 

3  Day  by  day  his  tender  mercy. 
Healing,  helping,  full  and  free, 

Brought  me  lower,  while  I  whispered, 
"  Less  of  self  and  more  of  thee." 

4  Higher  than  the  highest  heaven, 
Deeper  than  the  deepest  sea. 

Lord,  thy  love  at  last  has  conquered — 
''''None  of  self  and  all  of  thee." 

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225.  OUR  HIGH  CALLING. 

Zion.  8,7,4. 
(S.  P.  814;  J.  H.  521  ;  E.  H.  156.) 

OTHOU  God  of  our  salvation, 
Our  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Thou  hast  called  us  to  a  station 
We  could  ne'er  by  merit  win. 

O  !  we  praise  thee, 
While  we  strive  to  enter  in. 

2  In  the  footprints  of  our  Savior, 

We  will  daily  strive  to  walk; 
And  the  alien  world's  disfavor 
Shall  but  send  us  to  our  Rock. 

How  its  waters 
Do  refresh  thy  weary  flock  ! 

3  We,  like  him,  would  bear  the  message 

Of  our  heavenly  Father's  grace; 
Show  how  he  redeemed  from  bondage 
All  our  lost  and  ruined  race. 

O  !  what  mercy 
Beams  in  his  all-glorious  face  ! 

4  Then  we'd  seek  the  meek  and  lowly, 

Show  thein  their  high-calling's  height- 
How  the  called  and  faithful  holy 

Shall,  with  Christ,  soon  reign  in  light. 

O  !  such  favor 
We  could  never  claim  by  right. 

5  When  we've  borne  our  faithful  witness 

To  thy  grand  and  wondrous  plan, 
Gathered  out  thy  fairest  virgins 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

To  be  wedded  to  the  Lamb, 

With  what  rapture 
We'll  receive  the  victor's  palm  ! 

6  Then  with  him  in  glory  reigning, 
All  the  sons  of  men  to  bless, 
Earth,  no  more  thy  name  profaning. 
Soon  shall  learn  of  righteousness; 

And  thy  wisdom. 
Every  tongue  shall  then  confess. 


226.      DELIGHT  IN  THY  PRESENCE. 

Beloved,  (w.  h.  109;  j.  h.  478.) 

OTHOU,  in   whose  presence   my   soul  takes 
delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night. 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all  ! 

2  Where  dost  thou,  at  noontide,  resort  with  thy 

sheep, 
To  feed  in  the  pasture  of  love? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove? 

3  No  longer  I  wander   an  alien  from  thee, 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread; 
My  table  is  furnished  with  bounties  so  free, 
My  soul  on  thy  Word  is  well  fed. 


227.  THE  PLACE  OF  PRAYER. 

Melmoj-e.  L.  M.   (j.  h.  118.) 

OTHOU  to  whom,  in  ancient  time. 
The  lyre  of  Hebrew  bards  was  strung, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Whom  kings  adored  in  song  sublime, 

And  prophets  praised  with  glowing  tongue; 

Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 
The  favored  worshiper  may  dwell, 

Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son 
Sat  weary  by  the  patriarch's  well. 

From  every  place  below  the  skies, 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer, 

The  incense  of  the  heart,  may  rise 
To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 

O  thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 
The  holy  prophet's  harp  was  strung, 

To  thee  at  last,  in  every  clime. 

Shall  praise  arise  and  songs  be  sung. 


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228.  OUR  CONSOLATION. 

Woodland.   C.  M. 
(s.  p.  366;  J.  H.  158.) 
THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be. 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee ! 

2  But  thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart 
Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 

Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part. 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  w^oe. 

3  O  !  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 
Did  not  thy  w4ng  of  love 

Come      gently  wafting,  through  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-branch  from  above? 

381 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

4  E'en  sorrow,  touched  by  heav'n,  grows  bright 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray, 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


0 


229.  OTO  BE  NOTHING! 

(G.  H.  74.) 

TO  be  nothing,  nothing, 
Only  to  lie  at  his  feet, 
A  broken  and  emptied  vessel. 

For  the  Master's  use  made  meet. 
Emptied,  that  he  might  fill  me, 

As  forth  to  his  service  I  go; 
Broken,  that  so,  unhindered, 

His  life  through  me  might  flow. 

Cho. — O  !  to  be  nothing,  nothing, 
Only  to  lie  at  his  feet, 
A  broken  and  emptied  vessel. 
For  the  Master's  use  made  meet. 

2  O  !  to  be  nothing,  nothing. 
Only  as  led  by  his  hand; 

A  messenger  at  his  gateway, 

Only  waiting  for  his  command; 

Only  an  instrument  ready 

His  praises  to  sound  at  his  will; 

Willing,  should  he  not  require  me, 
In  silence  to  wait  on  him  still. 

3  O  !  to  be  nothing,  nothing. 
Painful  the  humbling  may  be; 

Yet  low  in  the  dust  I'd  lay  me 

That  the  world  my  Savior  might  see. 

382 


Hymns  of  Dawn. ' 

Rather  be  nothing,  nothing — 

To  him  let  their  voices  be  raised; 

He  is  the  fountain  of  blessing, 
Yes,  worthy  is  he  to  be  praised. 


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230.       BEHOLD  THE  BRIDEGROOM. 

(G.  H.   l68.) 

|UR  lamps  are  trimmed  and  burning, 
Our  robes  are  white  and  clean, 
We've  tarried  for  the  Bridegroom, 

And  now  we'll  enter  in. 
We  know  we've  nothing  worthy 

That  w^e  can  call  our  own — 
The  light,  the  oil,  the  robes  we  wear, 

Are  all  from  him  alone. 

Cho. — Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh  ! 
And  all  may  enter  in. 
Whose  lamps  are  trimmed  and  burning, 
Whose  robes  are  white  and  clean. 

2  Go  forth — we  soon  shall  see  him; 

The  way  is  shining  now, 
All  lighted  with  a  glory 

None  other  could  bestow. 
His  gracious  invitation 

Beyond  deserving  kind. 
We  gladly  own  and  take  our  lamps. 

And  joy  eternal  find. 

3  We  see  the  marriage  splendor. 

Within  the  open  door; 
W«  know  that  those  who  enter 
Are  blest  forevermore; 

383 


'  Hymns  of  Dawn. 

We  see  our  King,  more  lovely 

Than  all  Ihe  sons  of  men; 
We  haste  because  that  door,  once  shut. 

Will  never  ope  again. 


231,  COMFORT  IN  AFFLICTION. 

St.  Thovias.  S.  M. 
(J.  H.  274;  s.  P.  5 27.) 

OUT  of  the  depths  of  w^oe, 
To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  cry; 
Darkness  surrounds  me,  but  I  know 
That  thou  art  ever  nigh. 

2  Humbly  on  thee  I  vs^ait 

To  bring  deliv'rance  in. 
E'en  now^  wide  springs  the  eastern  gate, 
And  rays  of  dawn  stream  in. 

3  O  !  hearken  to  my  voice, 

Give  ear  to  my  complaint; 
Thou  bidd'st  the  mourning  soul  rejoice, 
Thou  comfortest  the  faint. 

4  Glory  to  God  above  ! 

The  'whelming  floods  will  cease; 
For,  lo  !  the  swift-returning  dove 
Brings  back  the  sign  of  peace. 

5  Though  storms  his  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure. 
His  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 

384 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
232.      WHERE  ARE  THE  REAPERS? 

'  (f^-  H.  155.) 

I     O  ^HERE  are  the  reapers  ttiat  garner   in 
B     Vy     The  grains  of  the  wheat  from  the   tares  of 
w  sin? 

With  sickles  of  truth  must  the  work  be  done, 
And  no  one  may  rest  till  the  harvest  home. 

Cho. — Few  are  the  reapers;  Lord,  we  will  join 

And  share  in  the  work  of  the  harvest  time. 

O  who  will  not  help  to  garner  in 

The  grains  of  wheat  from  the  tares  of  sin. 

2  Go  out  in  the  by-ways  and  search  them  all; 
The  wheat  may  be  there  though  the  weeds  are 

tall; 
Then  search  in  the  highway  and  pass  none  by, 
But  gather  from  all  for  the  calling  high. 

3  The  fields  are  all  ripening,  and  far  and  wide 
The  world  now  is  waiting  the  harvest-tide; 
But  reapers  are  few  and  the  w^ork  is  great; 
The  Master  calls  and  we  must  not  w^ait. 

4  vSocome  with  your  sickles,  ye  sons  of  God, 
And  let  not  the  wheat  under  foot  be  trod. 
Work  on  till  the  Lord  shall  say  you,  Well  done  ! 
Then  share  ye  his  joy  in  the  harvest  home. 

233.         PEACE!  TROUBLED  SOUL 

Rockingham.  L.  M. 

(S.  p.  29;  G.  H.   103;  J.  H.  44;  E.  H.   151.) 

PEACE,  troubled  soul !  thou  need'st  not  fear; 
Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near; 

385  (25) 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Who  led  thee  last  will  lead  thee  still; 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will. 

The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  love  now  hearkens  to  thy    cry: 
His  promise  thou  may'st  freely  claim: 
Ask  and  receive  in  Jesus'  name. 

Open  to  God  thine  inmost  heart; 
He  will  his  comfort  then  impart; 
He  will  his  grace  most  freely  give, 
And  peace  and  joy,  thou  shalt  receive. 

Rest  in  his  love  though  storms  prevail. 
No  storm  can  there  overwhelm  thy  soul. 
Ne'er  let  thy  faith  and  courage  fail, 
111  shall  work  good  by  his  control. 


234.  DOXOLCGY. 

Old  Hundred.   L.  M. 
(G.  H.  I;  S.  P.  3;  J.  H.  SS;  E.  H.  I.) 

PRxA.ISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  aloud  with  heart  and  voice, 
And  always  in  his  Son  rejoice. 


235.  PRAISE  OUR  KING. 

Wilmof.  8,  7. 
(s.  P.  1287  ;  G.  H.  422;  J.  H.  387.) 

PRAISE,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven; 
To  his  feet  thy  tribute  bring; 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven. 
Evermore  his  praises  sing: 

386 


Hymns  of  Dawn, 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah ! 
Praise  the  everlasting  King. 

Praise  him  for  his  grace  and  favor 
To  our  fathers  in  distress; 

Praise  him,  still  the  same  as  ever, 
Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless: 

Hallelujah!  hallelujah! 
Glorious  in  his  faithfulness. 

Father-like,  he  proves  yet  spares  us, 
Well  our  feeble  frame  he  knows; 

In  his  hands  he  gently  bears  us. 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes: 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
How  his  plan  his  wisdom  shows. 


236.  TELL  HIS  WORTH. 

Aletta.  7.   (w.  H.  105;  E.  H.  175.) 

13RAISE  the  Lord,  his  glories  show, 
Saints  within  his  courts  below, 
Angels  round  his  throne  above, 
All  that  see  and  share  his  love. 

2  Earth  to  heav'n,  and  heav'n  to  earth, 
Tell  his  wonders,  sing  his  worth; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore  ! 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  his  mercies  trace; 
Praise  his  providence  and  grace; 
All  that  he  for  man  hath  done; 
All  he  sends  us  through  his  Son. 

387 


Hymns  of  JDaivn. 

vStrings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts; 
All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore. 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore  ! 


237.      ADORE  AND  PRAISE  THE  LORD. 

Sicily.  8.  7. 
(e.  h.  15;  J.  H.  172;  s.  p.  827.) 

PRAISE  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens,  adore  him;. 
Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed; 

Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken. 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail; 
He  shall  make  his  saints  victorious; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation; 

Hosts  on  high,  his  power  proclaim; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  his  name. 


238.  HEAVENLY  TRUTH. 

Sicily.  S,  7. 
(E.  H.  15;  J.  H.  172;  S.  P.  827.) 

PRAISE  to  him,  by  whose  kind  favor 
Heavenly  truth  has  reached  our  ears 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

ISIiiy  its  sweet,  reviving  savor 

Fill  our  hearts  and  calm  our  fears. 

2  Truth,  how  sacred  is  the  treasure  ! 
Teach  us,  I^ord,  its  worth  to  know; 
A^ain  the  hope,  and  short  the  pleasure, 
Which  from  other  sources  flow. 


fc.' 


3  What  of  truth  we  have  been  hearing 
Fix,  O  Lord,  in  every  heart; 
In  the  day  of  thine  appearing 
JNIay  we  share  thy  people's  part. 


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239.  WATCH  AND  PRAY. 

Sessions.  L.  M. 
(S.  p.  98;  G.  H.  215  ;  W.  ir.  120.) 

>RAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to   give. 
In  every  case  should  Christians  pray. 
If  near  the  fount  of  grace  they'd  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay; 
If  want  deject,  if  sin  distress, 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak, 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame; 
God  through  his  W^ord  to  us  doth  speak; 
And  we  to  him  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  him;  thou  canst  not  fail; 

But  ask  according  to  his  will; 
Then  always  shall  thy  prayer  prevail, 
And  nothing  shall  to  thee  work  ill. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
240.  PRECIOUS  JESUS. 

(W.  H.  6i.) 

PRECIOl  IS  Jesus,  how  I  love  thee  ! 
And  I  know  thy  love  is  mine; 
All  my  little  life  I  give  thee, 

Use  it.  Lord,  in  ways  of  thine. 
Use  my  warmest,  best  affections, 

Use  my  memory,  mind  and  will; 
Then  with  all  thy  loving  spirit 
All  my  emptied  nature  fill. 

Cho. — All  of  earth  and  all  of  heaven, 
All  I  want  I  find  in  thee; 
Jesus,  Jesus,  precious  Jesus, 
Thou  art  all  the  world  to  me. 

2  Vain  the  world  its  pleasure  boasting, 

Vain  the  charms  of  earth  to  me; 
Gold  is  dross,  and  riches  worthless, 

If  they  turn  my  heart  from  thee. 
Dearer,  nearer  than  a  brother. 

Source  of  all  my  happiness; 
Comfort   too,  in  every  sorrow, 

Ever  near  to  help  and  bless. 

3  Lord  I  touch  thy  sacred  garment, 

Fearless  stretch  my  eager  hand; 
Virtue,  like  a  healing  fountain, 

Freely  flows  at  love's  command. 
Lo  !  he  turns  and  looks  upon  me 

With  those  w^onder-speaking  eyes; 
Vain  my  soul  essays  to  answer, 

I  am  lost  in  sweet  surprise. 

390 


i 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 

4  O  !  how  precious,  dear  Redeemer, 

Is  the  love  that  fills    my  soul. 
I  am  thine  and  have  this  token 

While  I'm  running  for  the  goal. 
Lo  !  a  new  creation  da\vning; 

Lo  !  I  rise  to  life  divine; 
In  my  soul  an  Easter  morning; 

I  am  Chrfst's,  and  Christ  is  mine. 


241 


PRECIOUS  MOMENTS. 

Aiifitmn.  8.  7.  (e.  h.  67 ;  G.  h.  420,) 

PRECIOUS  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
At  the  throne  of  grace  I  spend; 
All  my  joys  and  griefs  expressing, 

To  my  best  and  truest  Friend. 
Here  I  find  that  sweet  communion 

With  my  Father  and  my  Lord, 
Earnest  of  that  blessed  union 
Promised  in  the  Holy  ^V^ord. 

2  Christ  says,  Come,  thou  heavy  laden, 

I  will  give  thee  sweetest  rest; 
All  the  w^ay  my  feet  have  trodden; 

Come  to  me  when  sore  opprest. 
Take  my  easy  yoke  upon  you, 

Rest  from  earthly  care  and  strife; 
I  will  sweetest  comfort  give  you, 

Walk  with  me  the  ways  of  life. 

3  Lord,  we  praise  thee  for  this  blessing, 

For  this  privilege  so  sweet. 
For  thy  tender  love's  caressing. 
For  this  sure  and  safe  retreat. 

391 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Never  weary  of  our  coming, 
Never  spurning  our  request; 

With  complaint  or  with  rejoicing, 
Still  thy  love  is  manifest. 


242.  PRECIOUS  PROMISE. 

(G.  H.  50;  E.  H.  153.) 

PRECIOUS  promise  God  hath  given 
To  the  weary  ones  who  try 
Treasure  to  lay  up  in  heaven, 
"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 

Cho. — I  will  guide  thee,  I  will  guide  thee, 
I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye; 
In  the  way  which  I  will  show  thee, 
"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 

3   When  temptations  almost  win  thee. 
And  thy  trusted  watchers  fly, 
Let  this  promise  ring  within  thee, 
"  I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 

3  When  thine  earthly  hopes  have  perished. 
In  the  grave  of  years  gone  by, 
Let  this  promise  still  be  cherished, 
"I  will  guide  thee  with  mine  eye." 


4  By  and  by  the  heav'nly  treasures, 
Moth  and  rust  could  ne'er  destroy, 
Thou  wilt  find  laid  up  in  glory, 
Guided  to  them  by  mine  eye. 


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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
\    /24:3.  PRECIOUS  SAVIOR. 

(W.  H.   lOI.) 

PRECIOUS  Savior,  thou  hast  saved  me; 
Thine,  and  only  thine,  I  am; 

0  !  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  Jesus  saves  me  ! 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
O  !  the  cleansing  blood  has  reached  me ; 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Long  my  yearning  heart  was  trying 
To  enjoy  this  perfect  rest; 

But  I  gave  all  trying  over: 
Simply  trusting,  I  was  blest. 

3  Consecrated  to  thy  service. 
While  I  live  I'll  live  to  thee; 

1  will  witness,  to  thy  glory. 
Of  salvation  full  and  free. 

4  Trusting,  trusting  every  moment; 
Saved  from  sin  by  power  divine; 

Have  I  love?  thou  didst  impart  it; 
Have  I  light?  the  light  is  thine. 

5  Glory  to  the  blood  that  bought  me  ! 
Glory  to  its  cleansing  power  ! 

Glory  to  the  grace  that  keeps  me  ! 
Glory,  glory,  evermore  ! 

394 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
24.4.^  THY  WILL  BE  DONE. 

Ilorton.  y. 
(e.  h.  106;  s.  p.  1 1 13.) 

PRINCE  of  peace,  accept  my  will; 
Bid  this  struggling  flesh  be  still; 
Bid  my  fears  and  doubtings  cease, 
Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

3  Thou  hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  to  God. 
Peace  I  crave,  and  it  must  be. 
Lord,  in  being  one  with  thee. 

3  May  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done; 
May  thy  will  and  mine  be  one; 
Banish  self-will  from  my  heart, 
And  thy  perfect  peace  impart . 

4  Savior,  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
Thou  my  life,  my  hope  for  all ! 
Let  thy  happy  servant  be 
One  forevermore  with  thee. 


245.  THE  HARVEST, 

(G.  H.  79) 

REAPING  all  day  were  the  virgins  fair. 
Patiently  toiling  in  faith  and  prayer, 
Seeking  the  wheat  from  the  dawn  till  night, 
Jewels  to  shine  in  the  morning  light. 
O  !  rich  will  the  harvest  be. 

Clio. — Reaped  from  the  garden,  or  reaped  from 
the  rock, 

395 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Reaped  from  the  wayside,  the  wheat  from 

the  stalk, 
Gathered  from  wealth  or  from  poverty, 
Grand  and  blest  will  the  harvest  be. 

Reaping  all  day  though  their  foes  were  nigh, 
Saving  the  wheat  that  it  should  not  die, 
Gath'ring  the  jewels  bright  and  fair, 
Sorting  them  out  with  tender  care. 
O  !  grand  will  the  harvest  be. 

Reaping  from  seed  that  was  sown  in  tears, 
Gath'ring  the  fruit  of  laborious  years, 
Looking  in  hope  for  the  harvest  home. 
Reapers  and  sowers  together  come. 

O  !  sweet  will  the  meetinsr  be. 


246.  REDEEMED. 

(<^.  H.  405-) 

REDEEMED  !  Redeemed ! 
O,  sing  the  joyful  strain  ! 
Give  praise,  give  praise. 

And  glory  to  his  name, 
Who  gave  his  life  our  souls  to  save. 
And  purchased  freedom  for  the  slave  ! 

Cho. — Redeemed  !   redeemed  from  sin  and  all  its 
woe  ! 
Redeemed !     redeemed !     eternal     life     to 

know ; 
Redeemed  !  redeemed  by  Jesus  blood; 
Redeemed  !  redeemed  !  O  praise  the  Lord  ! 

396 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Redeemed !  redeemed ! 

The  word  has  brought  repose, 
And  joy,  and  joy, 

That  each  redeemed  one  knows 
Who  sees  his  sins  on  Jesus  laid. 
And  knows  his  blood  the  ransom  paid. 

Redeemed  !  redeemed  ! 

O,  joy  that  I  should  be 
In  Christ,  in  Christ, 

From  sin  forever  free  ! 
Forever  free  to  praise  his  name. 
Who  bore  for  me  the  guilt  and  shame. 


247.  REJOICE  AND  BE  GLAD. 

(G.  H.  24;  W.  H.  57.) 

DEJOICE  and  be  glad! 
i  V     The  Redeemer  has  come  ! 
Go  look  on  his  cradle,  his  cross,  and  his  tomb. 

Cho. — Sound  his  praises,  tell  the  story 
Of  him  who  was  slain; 
Sound  his  praises,  tell  with    gladness 
He  liveth  again. 

3   Rejoice  and  be  glad  ! 
It  is  sunshine  at  last ! 
The  clouds  have  departed,  the  shadows  are  past. 

3  Rejoice  and  be  glad  ! 

For  the  blood  hath  been  shed, 
Redemption  is  finished,  the  price  hath  been  paid. 

4  Rejoice  and  be  glad  ! 
Now  the  pardon  is  free; 

The  just   for  the  unjust    hath    died    on  the  tree. 

397 


HyviJis  of  Dawn. 

5  Rejoice  and  be  glad  ! 
For  the  Lamb  that  was  slain 

O'er  death  is  triumphant,  and  liveth  again. 

6  Rejoice  and  be  glad  ! 
For  our  King  from  on  high 

Has    come   for  his   jewels,   his  kingdom    is  nigh. 

7  Rejoice  and  be  glad  ! 
For  he  cometh  to  reign 

In  triumph  and  glory;  O  sing  the  glad  strain. 

Clio. — Sound  his  praises,  tell  the  story 
Of  him  who  was  slain; 
vSound   his  praises,  tell  with  gladness 
He  cometh  to  reign. 


248,  MILLENNIAL  GLORY. 

(J-  H.  509.) 

X)  EJOICE  !  rejoice  !  the  promised  time  is  com- 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !    the  wilderness  shall  bloom; 
And  Zion's  children  soon  shall  sing; 
The  deserts  all  are  blossoming. 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  promised  time  is  coming; 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 
The  gospel  banner,  wide  unfurled. 
Shall  wave  in  triumph  o'er  the  world. 
And  every  creature,  bond  or  free, 
Shall  hail  the  glorious  jubilee. 

2  Rejoice!  rejoice!  the  promised  time  is  coming; 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  Jerusalem  shall  sing. 

398 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

From  Zion  shall  the  law  go  forth, 
And  all  shall  hear,  from  south  to  north. 

Rejoice!  rejoice!  the  promised  time  is  coming; 

Rejoice  I  rejoice  !  Jerusalem  shall  sing; 
And  truth  shall  sit  on  every  hill, 
And  blessings  flow  in  every  rill, 
And  praise  shall  every  heart  employ. 
And  every  voice  shall  shout  for  joy. 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  promised  time  is  coming; 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  ''  Prince    of  peace  "    shall 
reign; 
And  lambs  may  with  the  leopard  play, 
For  naught  shall  harm  in  Zion's  way: 

Rejoice  !  rejoice!  the  promised  time  is  coming; 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !   the  "  Prince  of   peace"   shall 
reign. 
The  sword  and  spear,  of  needless  worth 
Shall  prune  the  tree  and  plow  the  earth; 
For  peace  shall  smile  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  nations  shall  learn  war  no  more. 


249.  REPEAT  THE  STORY. 

(G.  H.  154.) 

REPEAT  the  story  o'er  and  o'er 
Oi grace  so  full  and  free; 
I  love  to  hear  it  more  and  more, 
Since  grace  has  rescued  me. 

Cho. — The  half  was  never  told, 
The  half  was  never  told. 
Of  grace  divine,  so  wonderful, 
The  half  was  never  told. 

399 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3   Oi peace  I  only  knew  the  name. 
Nor  found  my  soul  its  rest, 
Until  the  sweet-voiced  angel  came 
To  soothe  my  weary  breast. 

3  IMy  highest  place  is  lying  low 

At  my  Redeemer's  feet; 

No  x^^Xjoy  in  life  I  know, 

But  in  his  service  sweet. 

4  And  oh,  what  rapture  will  it  be 

With  all  the  host  above. 
To  sing  through  all  eternity 
The  wonders  of  His  love. 


250.    ^EST,  TILL  MORNING  DAWNS. 

Boy  Is  ton.  S.  M. 

(e.  H.  114;  J.  H.  266.) 

REST  for  the  toiling  hand, 
Rest  for  the  anxious  brow. 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way- sore  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now. 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye; 
Through  these  parched  lips  of  clay  no  more 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Rest,  weary  one,  a  while. 

Till  Christ  shall  bid  thee  rise; 
And  soon,  as  from  refreshing  sleep, 
Thou'lt  wake  with  glad  surprise. 

400 


Hymns  of  Datvn. 

4  Soon,  soon,  from  out  the  dust 

Shall  all  come  forth  and  sing; 

Sharp  has  the  frost  of  winter  been 

But  brightly  shines  the  spring. 

5  Let  hope  cheer  those  who  weep; 

E'en  now  the  rays  of  dawn 
Above  the  eastern  hill-tops  creep- 
We'renear  the  light  of  morn. 


251.  f^OCK  OF  AGES. 

(s.  p.  1 1 24;  G.  H.  86.) 

ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
I  am  hidden  safe  in  thee: 
Hidden  here  from  all  my  foes, 
None  can  harm  though  all  oppose; 
For  though  justice  once  condemned 
Love  did  this  blest  shelter  send. 

2  Who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay., 
Hidden  in  this  rock  alway? 
Love  did  for  my  sin  atone; 

I  shall  live  through  Christ  alone. 
I  need  fear  no  evil  thing 
While  by  simple  faith  I  cling. 

3  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone; 
Thou  hast  saved  and  thou  alone. 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

401 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
252.    SAFE  IN  THE  ARMS  OF  JESUS. 

(g,  h.  4;  w.  H.  4;  e.  h.  184.) 

SAFE  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  from  corroding  care, 
Safe  from  the  world's  temptations, 

Sin  cannot  harm  me  there. 
Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow. 

Free  from  all  doubts  and  fears; 
Only  a  few  more  trials, 
Only  a  few  more  tears ! 

Cho. — Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  in  his  love  to  rest, 
O  how  my  heart  rejoices! 
Sweetly  my  soul  doth  rest. 

3  Jesus,  my  heart's  dear  refuge, 

Jesus  has  died  for  me; 
Firm  on  the  Rock  of  Ages 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  patience, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er; 
Wait  till  the  glorious  sun  light 

Rises  to  set  no  more. 


253.  THANKFUL  WORSHIP. 

Sabbath  Morn.  7,  d. 
(j.  H.  381  ;  s.  P.  1062:) 

SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way. 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day — 

402  (2C) 


Hymns  of  DaWn. 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciled  face; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame. 

From  all  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 

While  we  join  in  worship  here. 
Here  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  rest. 


254.  P^^Y  fOR  REAPERS. 

Sicily.  8.  7,  4. 

(E.  H.   15;  J.  H.   172;  S.  P.  827.) 

SAINTS  of  God,  the  dawn    is    brightening 
With  the  glory  of  the  Lord; 
O'er  the  earth  the  field  is  whitening 
Now  recall  the  Master's  w^ord — 

Pray  for  reapers 
In  the  harvest  of  the  Lord. 


Long  we've  sowed  with  toil  and  sadness 
Weeping  o'er  the  waste  around; 

Now  we  gather  grains  of  gladness; 
Ripened  wheat  may  now  be  found. 

Blessed  reapers ! 
How  their  joys  may  now  abound  ! 

403 


\ 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Now.  O  Lord,  fulfill  thy  pleasure, 
Use  thy  consecrated  band, 

Culling  out  thy  precious  treasure 
From  the  tares  o'er  all  the  land. 

Make  us  reapers, 
We're  awaiting  thy  command. 

Soon  shall  end  the  time  of  reaping, 
Soon  the  happy  day  will  come, 

And  with  joy  we  shall  be  keeping 
God's  eternal  haryest  home. 

O  what  rapture  ! 
Neyer,  neyermore  to  roam. 


255 


SALVATION. 

Zera.    C.  M.    (j.  H.  175;  S.  P.  I405.) 

C ALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound  ! 
O     What  tidings  for  our  race  ! 
Deliv'rance  for  the  world  is  found, 
Through  God's  abounding  grace. 

Salvation  !  let  the  tidings  fly 
The  sin-cursed  earth  around  ! 

Raise  the  triumphant  notes  on  high, 
And  let  your  songs  abound. 

Salvation  !  O  ye  weary  souls. 
It  brings  you  life  and  peace — 

Eternal  life,  eternal  health. 

And  joys  which  ne'er  shall  cease. 

Salvation  !  O  ye  toiling  saints, 
By  faith  ye  have  it  now; 

404 


Hy 771ns  of  Daw 71. 

The  promise  is  your  daily  strength, 
While  to  God's  will  ye  bow. 

5  Salvation  !  O  the  blessed  work 

With  Christ  you  shall  enjoy — 
Of  bearing  it  to  all  mankind — 
Your  future  blest  employ. 

6  Salvation  !  O  our  Father,  God, 

And  thou,  his  blessed  Son, 
The  plan  is  wise,  and  just  and  good. 
The  wondrous  work  well  done. 

7  Salvation !  O  the  blessed  theme 

Shall  fill  the  world  with  joy  ! 
When  all  its  mighty  work  is  seen. 
Praise  shall  all  tongues  employ. 


256.     E^^PTY  AND  FILL  MY  HEART. 

Ward.  L.  M.  (s.  P.  47 ;  j.  H.  i%) 
Welt  on.   (S.  P.  13.) 

SAVIOR  divine,  now  from  above. 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

3   O  !  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill. 
And  set  my  longing  spirit  free, 
Which  seeks  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  day  by  day  to  follow  thee. 

3  While  now  on  trial  here  below. 
No  other  good  will  I  pursue; 
I  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show. 
With  all  its  glittering  snares,  adieu. 

405 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

4  That  path  with  patient  care  I  seek, 

In  which  my  Savior's  footprints  shine; 
Nor  could  I  trust,  nor  would  I  speak 
Of  any  other  way  than  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul; 
Possess  it,  thou  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

6  Naught  that's  of  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  let  thy  spirit  with  me  rest; 
Only  for  this  will  I  inquire, 

And  thus  with  thee  I  shall  be  blest. 


257.  SAVIOR,  LEAD  US. 

8,  7,  4.  (E.  H.  145) 

SAVIOR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us; 
Much  we  need  thy  tender  care; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
For  our  use  thy  fold  prepare: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 

2  We  are  thine;  do  thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  foes  defend  us, 
Let  us  never  go  astray: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear,  O  hear  us  when  we  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  needy  though  we  be; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

406 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to   free: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
We  have  fully  turned  to  thee. 

Fully  let  us  have  thy  favor, 
Fully  we  would  do  thy  will; 

Blessed  Lord  and  only  Savior, 
With  thy  love  and  likeness  fill: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 


258.  CLINGING  TO  THEE. 

(G.  H.  48.) 

CAVIOR,  more  than  life  to  me, 

0  I  am  clinging,  clinging  close  to  thee; 
Let  thy  precious  blood  applied 

Keep  me  ever,  ever  near  thy  side. 

Clio. — Every  day,  every  hour, 

Let  me  feel  thy  cleansing  power: 

May  thy  tender  love  to  me, 

Bind  me  closer,  closer,  Lord,  to  thee. 

2  Through  this  trial  state  below. 
Lead  me  ever,  ever,  as  I  go; 
Trusting  thee,  I  cannot  stray; 

1  can  never,  never  lose  my  way. 

3  I  w^ould  love  thee  more  and  more, 
Till  this  fleeting,  fleeting  life  is  o'er; 
Till  my  soul  has  gained  the  bliss 
Of  a  higher,  higher  state  than  this. 

4  Then  I'll  see  what  thou  hast  wrought; 
Then  I'll  love  thee,  love  thee  as  I  ought. 

407 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Looking  back,  I'll  praise  the  way 
Thou  hast  led  me,  led  me,  day  by  day. 


>         SAVIOR,  THY  DYING  LOVE. 

(g.  H.  26;  E.  H.  218.) 

SAVIOR,  thy  dying  love 
Thou  gavest  me, 
Nor  would  I  aught  withhold. 

Dear  Lord,  from  thee. 
In  love  my  soul  would  bow. 
My  heart  fulfill  its  vow, 
Myself  an  ofTring  now, 
I  bring  to  thee. 

2  Jesus,  our  mercy-seat. 

Covering  me, 
My  grateful  faith  looks  up. 

Savior,  to  thee. 
Help  me  the  news  to  bear. 
Thy  wondrous  love  declare, 
Spread  thy  truth  everywhere. 

Dear  Lord,  for  thee. 

3  Give  me  a  faithful  heart, 

Likeness  to  thee. 
That  each  departing  day 

Henceforth  may  see 
Thy  work  of  love  well  done. 
Thy  praise  on  earth  begun, 
Some  vict'ry  for  truth  won. 

Some  work  for  thee. 

408 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

4  Lord,  I  would  follow  thee 

In  all  the  way 
Thy  weary  feet  have  trod; 

Yes,  if  I  may. 
Help  ine  the  cross  to  bear, 
All  thy  fair  graces  wear, 
Close  watching  unto  prayer, 

Following  thee. 

5  All  that  I  am  and  have — 

Thy  gifts  so  free — 
All  of  my  ransomed  life, 

Dear  Lord ,  for  thee  ! 
And  when  thv  face  I  see, 
Thy  sweet  ^'  Well  done"  shall  be. 
Through  all  eternity, 

Enough  for  me. 

260*  SEND  OUT  THY  LIGHT. 

8.6.   {^'' S/i07i<crs  of  Blessing.''''  Page  jj.) 

SEND  out  thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord: 
Let  them  our  leaders  be 
To  guide  us  to  thy  holy  hill 

Where  we  shall  worship  thee. 
Send  out  thy  light  o'er  land  and  sea. 
Till  every  heart  shall  bow  to  thee. 

Cho. — Send  out  thy  light, 

Thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord. 

2   Send  out  thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord, 
Where  sin's  dark  shadows  fall; 
Arouse  the  soldiers  of  the  cross 
To  heed  the  trumpet's  call; 

409 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Send  out  thy  truth  where  error  reigns, 
And  cleanse  away  its  crimson  stains. 

Send  out  thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord; 

The  blessed  tidings  spread 
Till,  by  those  sweet  evangel  tones. 

All  nations  shall  be  led; 
Send  out  thy  light,  O  Morning  Star, 
And  beam  upon  the  isles  afar. 

Send  out  thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord, 

And  let  the  beams  of  day 
Break  through  the  dismal  gloom  of  night 

And  guide  men  in  thy  way. 
vSend  out  thy  truth,  O  speed  the  hour 
When  all  the  world  shall  know  its  power. 


S61.  FULLY  THE  LORD'S. 

Federal  Street.   L.  M.    (s.  p.  60.) 

HALL  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 

Refrain  from  showing  God's  great  plan.'* 
Lender  a  cover  hide  my  light. 
While  thousands  grope  in  cheerless  night  .^ 


S^ 


2  Shall  I,  for  this  world's  mean  renown, 
Regard  a  mortal's  smile  or  frown.-* 
How  then  could  I  my  trial  stand  ? 

Or  what  excuse  could  I  command? 

3  Lord,  I  would  loyal  prove  to  thee; 
Let  thv  reproaches  fall  on  me; 

To  spend  my  days  in  thine  employ 
Shall  be  my  chiefest  earthly  joy. 

410 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

4  O  !  what  are  all  earth's  gilded  toys 
Compared  with  heaven's  eternal  joys? 
Or  even  to  the  feast  now  spread, 

For  pilgrims  through  the  desert  led? 

5  O  !  sweeter  far  the  wilderness, 
With  all  its  bleak,  wild  barrenness, 
Than  all  the  city's  pomp  and  pride 
Without  my  heavenly   Friend  and  Guide  ! 

6  Its  manna  is  a  foretaste  sweet 
Of  heavenly  bounty  all  complete; 
Its  cloudy  pillar,  guiding  light, 
Are  earnests  of  the  future  bright. 

7  This  path  I  therefore  humbly  tread. 
In  footprints  of  our  living  Head, 
In  hope  rejoicing  as  I  go 

In  him  who  leads  and  loves  me  so. 


262.  SHALL  WE  MEET? 

(G.  H.   199.) 

SHALL  we  meet  beyond  death's  river, 
Where  its  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 
And  in  all  the  long  forever, 

Shall  we  rest  from  its  control? 
Yes,  we'll  meet,  yes,  w^e'll  meet, 

Yes,  we'll  meet  beyond  the  river; 
Yes,  we'll  meet  be3'ond  the  river, 
Where  there's  life  for  every  soul. 
« 

2  Just  beyond  the  time  of  trouble. 

When  our  King  has  gained  control, 

4U 


Hyintis    of  Dawn. 

Dawns  the  glorious,  bright  forever, 
Which  shall  gladden  every  soul. 

We  shall  meet,  we  shalt  meet, 

We  shall  meet  beyond  the  trouble; 

We  shall  meet  bevond  the  trouble, 
When  its  surges  cease  to  roll. 

O  I  how  glad,  in  that  blest  harbor, 

When  this  stormy  time  is  o'er, 
Men  will  be  to  cast  their  anchor, 

On  eternity's  blest  shore  ! 
They  shall  meet,  they  shall  meet, 

They  shall  meet  in  that  blest  harbor; 
They  shall  meet  in  that  blest  harbor — 

And  be  blest  for  evermore. 

O  that  glorious  heav'nly  city  ! 

O  that  New  Jerusalem  ! 
Plow  'twill  shine  in  all  its  beauty  ! 

'Twill  be  gorgeous  as  a  gem. 
We  shall  meet,  we  shall  meet, 

We  shall  meet  in  that  fair  city; 
We  shall  meet  in  that  fair  city — 

In  the  New  Jerusalem. 

We  shall  meet  our  loved  and  lost  ones. 

When  the  surges  cease  to  roll; 
Sin  and  death,  and  every  evil, 

Then  shall  yield  to  Christ's  control. 
We  shall  meet,  we  shall  meet. 

We  shall  meet  beyond  all  trouble; 
We  shall  meet  beyond  all  trouble, 

When  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 

412 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 
263.  SIMPLY  TRUSTING. 

(G.  H.   165.) 

(^I^MPLY  trusting  every  day, 
O     Trusting  through  a  stormy  way 
Even  when  my  store  is  small — 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

'Cho. — Trusting  as  the  moments  fly, 
Trusting  as  the  days  go  by; 
Trusting  him  whate'er  befall, 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

2  Brightly  doth  his  spirit  shine 
Into  this  poor  heart  of  mine; 
While  he  leads  I  cannot  fall; 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

3  Singing,  if  my  way  is  clear; 
Praying,  if   the  path  is  drear; 
If  in  danger,  for  him  call; 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

4  Trusting  him  till  death  is  past; 
Trusting  him  for  life  at  last; 
Till  within  the  jasper  wall, 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 


264.     WONDERFUL  WORDS  OF  LIFE. 

(G.  H.  282;    E.  H.  97.) 

SING  them  over  again  to  me, 
Wonderful  words  of  life  ! 
Let  me  more  of  their  beauty  see, 
Wonderful  words  of  life  ! 
Words  of  life  and  beauty, 
Teach  me  faith  and  duty; 

413 


Hymns  of  Datvn. 

Beautiful  words  !  wonderful  words  ! 
Wonderful  words  of  life  ! 

Christ  the  blessed  One  gives  to  all 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ! 
Brother,  list  to  his  loving  call, 
Wonderful  words  of  life  ! 
All  so  freely  given, 
Blessed  boon  from  heaven. 
Beautiful  words  !   wonderful  words  ! 
Wonderful  words  of  life  I 

Sweetly  echoes  the  gospel  call, 

Wonderful  words  of  life  ! 
Offering  pardon  and  peace  to  all, 
W^onderful  words  of  life  ! 
Praise  the  Lord  forever 
For  these  words  of  favor — 
Beautiful  words  !  w  onderful  w^ords  ! 
Wonderful  words  of  life  ! 


265.  RESURRECTION. 

Belmomt.  8,  7.   (s.  P.  844.) 

SING  with  all  the  sons  of  glory, 
Sing  the  resurrection  song  ! 
Death  and  sorrow,  earth's  dark  story. 

To  the  former  days  belong. 
All  around  the  clouds  are  breaking. 

Soon  the  storms  of  earth  shall  cease. 
In  God's  likeness  man,  aw^aking, 
Comes  to  everlasting  peace. 

3   O  what  glory,  far  exceeding 

All  that  eye  has  yet  perceived! 

414 


Hymns  of  JDawn. 

Holiest  hearts,  for  ages  pleading, 

Never  that  full  joy  conceived. 
God  has  promised,  Christ  prepares  it. 

There  we  soon  God's  friends  shall  meet; 
Every  humble  spirit  shares  it, 

There  our  joy  shall  be  complete. 


266 


SOLDIERS  OF  CHRIST. 

Boy  1st 071.    S.  M. 
(G.  H.    113  ;  J.  H.  266;  E.  H.   114;  W.  H.   123,) 

OOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
O  And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 

Through  his  eternal  Son; 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 

Is  more  than  conqueror. 

Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might. 

With  all  his  strength  endued; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight. 

The  panoply  of  God; 
That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome,  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 


26T.        THE  BEAUTY  OF  HOLINESS. 

Hebron.   L.  M. 
(S.  P.  38;  G.  H.  212;  J.  H.  48.) 

O  let  our  daily  lives  express 
The  beauties  of  true  holiness: 

415 


S' 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

So  let  the  Christian  graces  shine, 
That  all  may  know  the  power  divine. 

2  Let  love  and  faith  and  hope  and  joy 
Be  pure,  and  free  from  sin's  alloy; 
Let  Christ's  sweet  spirit  reign  within, 
And  grace  subdue  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  Father,  God,  to  thee  we  raise 
Our  prayer  for  help  to  tread  thy  ways- 
For  wisdom,  patience,  love  and  light, 
For  grace  to  speak  and  act  aright. 


268.    THE  DESIRE  OF  ALL  NATIONS. 

Coronation.    C.  3f. 
(J.  H.  64;  G.  H.  lOI  ;  S.  P.  362.) 

SOON  all  shall  hail  our  Jesus'  name; 
Angels  shall  prostrate  fall; 
For  him  the  brightest  glory  claim, 
And  hail  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  The  risen  saints  shall  sound  the  lyre, 

And  as  they  sound  it,  fall 
Before  his  face,  who  formed  their  choir. 
And  hail  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  The  remnant  saved  from  Israel's  race. 

Redeemed  from  Israel's  fall, 
Shall  praise  him  for  his  w^ondrous  grace. 
And  hail  him  Lord  of  all. 

•    4  Gentiles  shall  come,  and  coming  sing. 
Throughout  this  earthly  ball, 
Hosannas  to  our  heavenly  King, 
And  hail  him  Lord  of  all. 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
269.  EARTH'S  NEW  SONG. 

HariveU.  8,  7. 
(s.  r.  1068;  E.  H.  145.) 

SOON  shall  countless  hearts  and  voices 
Sing  the  song  of  jubilee; 
Blessed  song  !  the  song  of  Moses, 
Earth's  new  song  of  liberty. 

Hail  Messiah  !  great  Deliverer ! 
Hail  Messiah  I  praise  to  thee  ! 

2  O,  the  rapturous,  blissful  story, 

Spoken  to  Immanuel's  praise ! 
And  the  strains  so  full  of  glory, 
That  unnumbered  voices  raise ! 

Now  a  sea  of  bliss  unbounded 
Spreads  o'er  earth  through  endless  days. 

3  While  our  crowns  of  glory  casting 

At  his  feet,  in  rapture  lost, 
We,  in  anthems  everlasting. 
Mingle  with  th'  angelic  host. 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah ! 
Earth's  desire  and  Israel's  boast. 

4  Yes,  he  reigns,  the  great  Messiah, 

With  the  heav'nly  glory  crowned — 
Israel's  hope  and  earth's  desire, 
Now  triumphant  and  renowned. 

Hail  Messiah  \  reign  forever  ! 
Hail  Immanuel !  worthy  found  ! 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

270.      ^e:st  for  the  weary. 

(w.  H.  95  :  J.  H.  438.) 

COON  shall  restitution  glory 
O     Bring  to  earth  a  blessed  rest; 
And  the  poor,  and  faint,  and  weary 
Shall  be  lifted  up  and  blest. 

Cho. — There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  all. 

2  Just  beyond  the  coming  trouble 
See  the  reigning  Prince  of  peace  ! 

Lo  !  God's  kingdom  now  is  coming, 
And  oppression  soon  must  cease. 

3  He's  now  gath'ring  out  his  jewels, 
Those  who  with  him  soon  shall  reign; 

And  earth's  weeping  and  sad  farewells 
Soon  shall  change  to  joyous  strain. 

4  Sing  !  O  sing  I  ye  heirs  of  glory, 
vShout  the  tidings  as  you  go  ! 

•    Publish  wide  redemption's  story — 
All,    its  healing  balm  should  know. 

5  Tell  how  Eden's  bloom  and  beauty 
Once  again  shall  be  restored, 

Making  all  man's  wide  dominion 
As  the  garden  of  the  Lord. 

6  Tell  how  Satan's  dark  dominion 
Shall  at  once  be  overthrown, 

418  (27) 


Hymns  of  Dawn.  » 

And  from  out  death's  gloomy  prison, 
All  earth's  loved  ones  soon  shall  come. 

7   O  yes,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory. 

Shout  your  triumph  far  and  near; 
Let  the  notes  of  praise  and  singing 
Sweetlv  fall  on  sorrow's  ear. 


271.         THE  EARTH  IS  THE  LORD'S. 

Migdol.  L.  M. 

(S.  p.   1 138;  J.  H.  59.) 

SOON  shall  the  joyous  song  arise, 
--      Through  all  the  hosts  beneath  the  skies, 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 

2  Let  all  the  gentile  kingdoms  be 
Subjected,  mighty  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign. 

3  Soon  shall  that  glorious  anthem  swell, 
And  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  no  rebellious  foe  remains, 

But  over  all  the  Savior  reigns. 


272.  STAND  UP  FOR  JESUS. 

IVedd.  y,  6.  d. 
(J.  P.  1 159;  E.  H.  234.) 


STAND  up  !  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross; 
Lift  high  his  royal  banner. 
It  must  not  suffer  loss; 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

From  vict'ry  unto  vict'ry 
His  army  he  shall  lead, 

Till  every  foe  is  vanquished. 
And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

Stand  lip  !  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own; 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

Stand  up  !  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song; 
To  him.  that  overcometh 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be; 
He  with  the  King  of  glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 


273.  THE  LORD,  A  SUN  AND  SHIELD. 

(G.  H.  84.) 

SUN  of  my  soul,  my  Father  dear, 
I  know  no  night  when  thou  art  near. 
O  !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 

Shield  of  my  soul,  though  tempests  rage, 
And  'gainst  me  hosts  of  foes  engage, 
My  refuge  and  my  fortress  thou, 
Before  thee  every  foe  must  bow. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn, 

3  Thy  grace  and  glory  thou  dost  give 
To  those  who  near  thee  ever  live; 
And  no  good  thing  dost  thou  withhold 
From  sheep  which  stray  not  from  thy  fold. 

4  Thy  choicest  treasure,  e'en  thy  Son, 
Thy  well-beloved  and  only  one, 
Freely  thou  gavest  once  for  me, 
From  sin  and  death  to  set  me  free. 

5  Yea,  thou   who  sparedst  not  thy  Son, 
Whose    sacrifice  our  ransom  won, 
vShalt,  with  him,  all  things  freely  give; 
He  lives,  a  pledge  that  we  shall  live. 


274.         SWEET  HOUR  OF  PRAYER. 

8.  d.  (G.  H.  77  ;  K.  H.  199;  W.  H.  75.) 

C  WEET    hour   of    prayer !    sweet    hour    of 

w         prayer ! 

That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 

And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 

Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known  ! 

In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 

My  soul  has  often  found  relief. 

And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 

By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

3   Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


275.  SWEET  IS  THE  WORK. 

Rockingham.  L.  M. 

(S.  P.  29;  G.  H.   103;  J.  H.  44;  E.  H.   151.) 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy"  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest; 
No  earthly  care  shall  fill  my  breast; 
O,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word. 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  his  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  And  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  E'en  now  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
More  than  I  hoped  for  here  below, 
And  every  pow'r  finds  sweet  employ 
Proclaiming  tidings  of  great  joy. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
276.  SWEET  THE  MOMENTS. 

Dulcetta. 
Sicily.  8,  7.  (J.  H.  388.) 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing. 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie. 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze; 
Love  I  much?     I've  much  forgiven; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


4  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 


I 


5  Here,  in  tender,  grateful  sorrow, 
With  my  Savior  will  I  stay; 
Here,  fresh  hope  and  strength  will  borrovs' 
Turning  darkness  into  day. 


277.  ^LL  TO  THEE. 

Norton.  7.   (s.  p.  1113;  E.  h.  106.) 
^AKE  my  life  and  may  it  be. 
Lord,  acceptable  to  thee; 
Take  my  hands,  and  let  them  move 
At  the  impulse  of  thy  love. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Cho. — All  to  thee,  all  to  thee, 

Consecrated,  Lord,  to  thee. 

2  Take  my  feet  and  let  them  be 
Swift  on  errands.  Lord,  for  thee; 
Take  my  voice  and  let  it  bring 
Honor  always  to  my  King. 

3  Take  my  lips  and  let  them  be 
Moved  w^ith  messages  from  thee; 
Take  my  silver  and  my  gold ; 
Nothing,  Lord,  would  I  withhold. 

4  Take  my  moments  and  my  days; 
Let  them  flow  in  constant  praise; 
Take  my  intellect  and  use 
Every  pow'r  as  thou  shalt  choose. 

5  Take  my  wall  and  make  it  thine; 
It  shall  be  no  longer  mine; 
Take  my  heart,  it  is  thine  own; 
Thus  in  me  thyself  enthrone. 

6  Take  my  love,  my  God;  I  pour 
At  thy  feet  its  treasure-store; 
Take  myself — I  wish  to  be 
Ever,  only,  all  for  thee. 


278,  PRECIOUS  NAME. 

(g.  h.  72;  W.  H.  8.) 

TAKE  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you. 
Child  of  sorrow  and  of  woe: 
It  will  joy  and  comfort  give  you; 
Take  it,  then,  where'er  vou  go. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

HQ. — Precious  name  !  O  how  sweet ! 

Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heaven  ! 
Precious  name  !  O  how  sweet ! 
Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heaven. 

2  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever, 

As  a  shield  from  every  snare; 
When  temptations  round  you  gather, 
Breathe  that  holy  name  in  prayer. 

3  O  the  precious  name  of  Jesus! 

How  it  thrills  our  souls  with  joy, 
When  his  loving  arms  receive  us, 
And  his  songs  our  tongues  employ! 

4  At  the  name  of  Jesus  bowing, 

Falling  prostrate  at  his  feet. 
King  of  kings  soon  all  shall  hail  him, 
When  his  victory  is  complete. 


279.  TAKE  UP  THY  CROSS. 

MigdoL  L.  M. 
(s.  p.  1 138;  J.  H.  59.) 

rAKE  up  thy  cross,"  the  Savior  said, 
"  If  thou  wouldst  my  disciple  be; 
Deny  thyself,  the  world  forsake, 
And  humbly  follow  after  me.'* 

2  Take  up  thy  cross;  let  not  its  weight 
Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm; 
His  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 

And  brace  thy  heart  and  nerve  thine  arm. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross,  then,  in  his  strength, 

And  cahnly  every  danger  brave; 
'Twill  guide  thee  to  a  better  home, 
'Twill  lead  to  victory  o'er  the  grave. 

4  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  Christ; 

Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down; 
For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross 

May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crow^n. 


280.  TELL  IT  OUT. 

(G.  H.  329.) 

TELL  it  out  among  the  nations,  that  the  Lord 
is  King; 
Tell  it  out !     Tell  it  out ! 
Tell  it  out  among  the  nations;   bid  them  shout 
and  sing: 
Tell  it  out!     Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  with  adoration,  that  he  shall  increase; 
That  the  mighty  King  of  glory  is  the  King  of 

peace; 
Tell  it  out  with  jubilation;  let  the  song  ne'er 
cease; 
Tell  it  out!     Tell  it  out! 

2  Tell  it  out  among  the   people,  that    the  Savior 
reigns  ! 
Tell  it  out !     Tell  it  out ! 
Tell  it  out  among  the  heathen;  bid  them  break 
their  chains: 
Tell  it  out!     Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  among  the  weeping  ones,  that  Jesus 
lives; 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Tell  it  out  among  the  weary  ones,  what  rest  he 

gives; 
Tell  it  out  among  the  sinners,that  he  came  to  save : 
Tell  it  out !     Tell  it  out ! 

3  Tell  it  out  among  the  people,  Jesus' reign  begins: 

Tell  it  out!     Tell  it  out!  j 

Tellit  out  among  the  nations,  he  shall  vanquish  j 

sins:  j 

Tell  it  out!     Tell  it  out!  j 

Tell  it  out  among  the   highways   and  the  lanes  j 

at  home;  ; 

Let  it  ring  across  the  mountains  and  the  ocean's 

foam ; 
That  the  weary,  heavy-laden  need   no  longer  ■, 
roam ;  t 

Tell  it  out !     Tell  it  out !  \ 


281.  THE  CHURCH. 

Greenland'' s  Icy  Mountains.  (s.P.779.) 

THE  church's  one  foundation, 
Is  Jesus  Christ,  her  Lord; 
She  is  his  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  Word. 
From  heaven  he  came  and  sought  her 

To  be  his  holy  bride; 
With  his  own  blood  he  bought  her, 
And  for  her  life  he  died. 

2  Though,  with  a  scornful  wonder, 
Men  see  her  sore  opprest 
By  foes  too  great  to  number. 
By  trials  sore  distrest, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping-; 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "How  long?" 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  change  to  morn  of  song. 

Mid  toil  and  tribulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consugimation 

Of  peace  forevermore; 
Till,  with  the  vision  glorious, 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest. 
And  the  great  church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  church  at  rest. 


282.      LET  THE  KING  OF  GLORY  IN. 

Day  Dawn.  9,  8.   (s.  p.  1420.) 

THE  flush  of  morn  is  on  the  mountains 
To  drive  away  the  night  of  sin ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  O  hind'ring  portals, 
And  let  the  King  of  Glory  in ! 

Cho. — He  comes,  he  comes,  the  King  of  Glory  ! 
The  light  of  life  upon  his  brow. 
Hail  him  !  ye  nations,  hail  him  !  hail  him  ! 
The  King    of  kings,  behold  him  now. 

2  The  flush  of  morn  is  on  the  mountains, 

And  onward  steals  to  farthest  plain. 

Awake,  O  earth  !  the  day  is  dawning; 

He  comes  whose  right  it  is  to  reign. 

3  Though  round  about  him  clouds  and  darkness 

Obscure  the  beams  of  dawning  day, 
Above  the  clouds,  upon  the  mountains, 
The  watchers  see  the  morning  ray. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
283.        THE  GLORY  OF  THE  LORD. 

Uxbridge.  L.  31. 

(S.  p.  54;  J.  H.  20;  E.  H.  91.) 

^HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Through  all  the  realms  of  boundless  space 
The  soaring  mind  may  roam  abroad, 

And  there  thy  power  and  wisdom  trace. 

2  Author  of  nature's  wondrous  laws, 

Preserver  of  its  glorious  grace. 
We  hail  thee  as  the  great  First  Cause, 
And  here  delight  thy  ways  to  trace. 

3  And  while  bright  visions  of  thy  power 

The  shining  worlds  before  us  bring. 
The  earthly  grandeur,  fruit  and  flower, 
The  praises  of  thy  bounty  sing. 

4  But  not  alone  do  worlds  of  light, 

And  earth,  display  thy  grand  designs; 
'Tis  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  Word 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairest  lines. 

5  Wide  as  creation  is  thy  plan, 

Deep  laid  in  wisdom's  mighty  rock; 
The  course  of  ages  is  its  span; 
'Tis  for  thy  universal  flock. 

6  It  compasses  the  wants  of  man 

And  lifts  him  from  the  mire  of  sin; 
It  starts  him  on  the  way  to  life, 
And  shows  him  how  to  enter  in. 

7  In  Christ,  w^hen  all  things  are  complete — 

The  things  in  earth  and  things  in  heaven— 

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Hymns  of  Daivn. 

The  heav'ns  and  earth  shall  be  replete 
With  thy  high  praises  ever  given. 

By  faith  we  see  thy  glory  now, 

We  read  thv  wisdom,  love  and  grace; 

In  praise  and  adoration  bow, 

And  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face. 

Called,  Lord,  by  thee,  to  highest  place, 
To  presence  of  thy  glory  bright, 

O  !  for  such  condescending  grace 

How^  can  we  speak  thy  praise  aright? 


284.  THE  EASY  YOKE. 

SJunvers  of  Blessing — page  8i. 

^PHE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd:  I  shall  not  want; 
^      He  maketh  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green:  he  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 

Cho. — His  yoke  is  easy,  his  burden  is  light; 
I've  found  it  so,  I've  found  it  so: 
He  leadeth  me  by  day  and  by  night, 
Where  living  w^aters  flow. 

2  My  soul  crieth  out:  "Restore  me  again. 

And  give  me  the  strength  to  take 
The  narrow  path  of  righteousness, 
E'en  for  his  own  name's  sake," 

3  Yea,  though  I  should  walk  in  the  valley  of 

death. 
Yet  w^hy  should  I  then  fear  ill; 
For  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 
And  staft"  me  comfort  still. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 
285#  THE  LORD  IS  RISEN. 

Shir  land.   S.  M. 
(S.  p.  619;  G.  H.  211  ;  J.  H.  306,) 

''PHE  Lord  is  risen  indeed; 
-I      The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey; 
With  him  shall  rise  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  live  in  endless  day. 

2  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed; 

He  lives  to  die  no  more; 
He  lives,  and  v^ill  his  people  lead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

3  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed;  ^1 

Attending  angels,  hear  !  "   " 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord; 
Join,  all  ye  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  praise  our  risen  Lord. 


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286*  IN  GREEN  PASTURES. 

Hebron.  L.  M. 
(S.  p.  ^S ;  G.  H.  212  ;  J.  H.  40.) 

'HE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare. 
And  feed  me  w^ith  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye. 

When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint. 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads. 

3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile. 

4  Though  through  the  vale  of  death  I  tread, 
With  many  dangers  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill; 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 


287.  HIS  DAY  AT  HAND. 

St.  Martin  \s.   C.  M. 
(J.  II.  136;  E.  H.  85.) 

''PHE  Lord,  our  Savior,  wnll  appear; 
J-      His  day  is  now  at  hand; 
The  signs  make  known  his  presence  here; 
"The  wise  shall  understand." 

2  He  comes  to  take  his  power  to  reign 

O'er  earth  with  all  his  saints; 

Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God,  once  slain. 

Will  end  her  long  complaints. 

3  The  prince  of  darkness  he'll  destroy; 

The  hosts  of  sin  o'erthrow; 
Satan  shall  then  no  more  annoy. 
For  Christ  shall  reign  below. 

4  Then  those  who  suffered  in  his  name. 

Who  did  obey  his  word. 
Raised  high  in  glory,  shall  proclaim 
The  goodness  of  their  Lord. 

432 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

5   The  wonders  of  that  happy  age 
What  mortal  could  declare  ? 
We  view  with  joy  the  sacred  page, 
For  we  can  read  them  there. 


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288,       THE  LORD'S  MY  SHEPHERD. 

St,  Martin  's.   C  M. 
(J.  H.  136;  E.  H.  85.) 

'HE  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  Til  not  want: 
He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green;  he  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 


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2  My  soul  he  doth  restore  again; 

And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness. 
E'en  for  his  own  name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  thro'  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  no  ill; 
For  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 
And  staff'  me  comfort  still. 

4  A  table  thou  hast  furnished  me 

In  presence  of  my  foes; 
My  head  thou  dost  with  oil  anoint. 
And  my  cup  overflow's. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

Shall  surely  follow  me; 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling  place  shall  be. 

433  (28) 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
289.  THE  GLORIOUS  DAY. 

Ariel.  C.  P.  3L 
(J-  H.  332.) 

rHE  night  is  spent,  the  morning  ray 
Comes  ushering  in  the  glorious  day, 
The  promised  time  of  rest. 
Hark  !   'tis  the  trumpet  sounding  clear; 
'         Its  joyful  notes  burst  on  the  ear, 
Proclaiming  tidings  blest. 

2  The  harvest  of  the  earth  is  ripe; 
The  dead  who  sleep  in  Christ  awake 

In  likeness  of  their  Lord. 
To  life  immortal  they  arise, 
Inheritors  of  Paradise, 

Where  death  finds  no  abode. 

3  Stupendous  scene  !    Those  men  of  old, 
Prophets  who  have  the  story  told 

Of  this  transcendent  day; 
The  patriarchs,  apostles,  too, 
Who  lived  and  died  with  this  in  view, 

In  glorious  array. 

4  Now  entered  into  their  reward. 
These  faithful  servants  of  the  Lord 

Have  not  served  him  in  vain; 
A  band  of  heaven's  royalty. 
In  glory  and  in  majesty, 

O'er  all  the  earth  they  reign. 

434 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
290.  CLEANSING  FOUNTAIN. 

8,  6.    \}\.  H.  20;  S.  P.  652;  G.  H.  91  ;  E.  H.   lOl.) 

*HERE  is  a  fountain  tilled  with  blood, 
►rawn  from  Immanuers  veins; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  sTuiltv  stains. 


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2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day, 
And  there  may  all,  e'en  vile  as  he, 
Wash  every  sin  away. 

3  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

4  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stam'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


291.  THE  GATE  AJAR. 

(G.  H.   15;  W.  H.   II.) 

THERE  is  a  gate  that  stands  ajar, 
And  through  its  portals  gleaming, 
A  radiance  from  the  cross  afar 

O'er  all  the  earth  is  streaming. 
()  depth  of  mercy  !  can  it  be 
That  gate  was  left  ajar  for  me? 
For  me,  for  me  ? 
Was  left  ajar  for  me? 

435 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  That  gate  ajar  stands  free  for  all 

Who  seek  through  it  salvation; 
The  rich  and  poor,  the  great  and  small, 

Of  every  tribe  and  nation. 
O  depth  of  mercy  !  yes,  I  see 
That  gate  was  left  ajar  for  me; 
For  me,  for  me, 
Was  left  ajar  for  me. 

3  Press  onward,  then,  though  foes  may  frown, 

While  mercy's  gate  is  open; 
Accept  the  cross,  and  win  the  crown. 

Love's  everlasting  token. 
What  depths  of  mercy  I  O  how  free  ! 
That  gate  was  left  ajar  for  me; 
For  me,  for  me, 
Was  left  ajar  for  me. 

4  Beyond  the  river's  brink  we'll  lay 

The  cross  that  here  is  given, 
And  bear  the  crown  of  life  away, 
And  praise  the  King  of  heaven. 
O  height  of  glory  !  yes,  I  see 
A  crown  of  life  reserved  for  me; 
For  me,  for  me, 
A  crown  reserved  for  me. 


292,  THERE  IS  A  GOD. 

Sessions.  L.  M. 
(S.  P.  98;  G.  H.  215;  W.  H.   120.) 

THERE  is  a  God — all  nature  speaks. 
Thro'  earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies; 

436 


Hymns  of  Damn. 

See !  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 

The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright. 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame 

Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 
And  bow  before  him,  and  adore. 


293.  GOD'S  OMNIPOTENCE. 

Slloam.  C.  M.  (j.  h.  1 86.) 

THERE  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night; 
There  is  an  eaf  that  never  shuts 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires 

When  human  strength  gives  way; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  O,  weary  souls  with  cares  oppressed, 

Trust  in  his  loving  might 
Whose  eye  is  over  all  thy  ways 
Through  all  thy  weary  night; 

4  Whose  ear  is  open  to  thy  cry; 

Whose  grace  is  full  and  free; 
Whose  comfort  is  forever  nigh; 
Wha-t'er  thy  sorrows  be. 

437 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 

5   Draw  near  to  him  in  prayer  and  praise: 
Rely  on  his  sure  word; 
Acknowledge  him  in  all  thy  ways, 
Thy  faithful,  loving  Lord. 


294.  THE  SECRET  PLACE. 

Howards   C.  M.   (j.  h.  205.) 

^HERE  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 
Beneath  the  wrings  divine, 
Reserved  for  every  child  of  grace 
By  faith  who  says,  'Tis  mine. 


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2  The  least  and  feeblest  here  may  bide, 

And  rest  secure  in  God; 
Beneath  his  wings  they  safely  hide. 
When  dangers  are  abroad. 

3  The  angels  watch  him  on  his  way, 

And  aid  with  friendly  arm; 

And  Satan,  seeking  out  his  prey, 

May  hate,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair. 

Of  love  and  truth  divine: 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir. 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine  ! 

5  A  hand  almighty  to  defend. 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
A  hidden  life,  and  in  the  end, 
Glory  to  crown  it  all. 

438 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
>S95.  LIFE  IN  A  LOOK. 

(G.  H.  80.) 

yHERE  is  life  in  a  look  at  the  Crucified  One; 
J-       O  yes,  there  is  life  there  for  thee: 
'  Simply  look  unto  Christ  and  by  faith  be  thou 
saved — 
Llnto  him  who  was  nailed  to  the  tree. 

Cho. — Look  !  look  !  look  and  live  ! 

O  !  look  now,  by  faith,  to  the  Crucified  One; 
There's  a  full  pledge  of  life  there  for  thee. 

2   O  !  why  vs'as  he  there  as  the  bearer  of  sin, 
If  on  Jesus  thy  guilt  w^as  not  laid? 
O  !  why  from  his  side  flowed  the  sin-cleansing 
blood. 
If  his  dying  thy  debt  hath  not  paid? 


3  It  is  not  thy  tears  of  repentance,  and  prayers. 

But  the  blood,  that  atones  for  the  soul ; 

We  simply  accept  of  the  work  for  us  done. 

And  rejoice  that  he  maketh  us  whole. 


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4  None  need  doubt  their  welcome,  since  God  has 

declared 
Jesus  Christ  tasted  death  for  us  all; 
And  again  in  the  end  of  the  age  he'll  appear. 
And  restore  what  was  lost  by  the  fall. 

5  We  take  with  rejoicing  from  Jesus,  at  once, 

The  life  everlasting  he  gives: 
We  have  the  assurance  of  life  without  end. 
Since  Jesus,  our  righteousness,  lives. 

439 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
29 6.  SEARCH  AND  SEE. 

(W.  H.   104.) 

THERE'S  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 
Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea; 
There's  a  kindness  in  his  justice, 
Though  severe  his  judgments  be. 

Ref. — Search  the  Scriptures,  search  and  see 
Wisdom's  wondrous  harmony. 

2  There's  no  place  where  earthly  sorrows 

Are  more  felt  thaH  up  in  heaven; 

There's  no  place  were  earthly  failings 

Have  such  kindly  judgment  given. 

Rkf. — vSearch  the  vScriptures,  search  and  see, 
God  in  mercy  judgeth  thee, 

3  For  the  love  of  God  is  broader 

Than  the  measure  of  man's  mind; 
And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 

Ref. —  Search  the  Scriptures,  search  and  see 
God's  great  kindness  unto  thee. 

4  But  inen  make  his  love  too  narrow 

By  false  limits  of  their  own, 

And  they  magnify  his  vengeance 

With  a  zeal  he  will  not  own. 

Ref. — Search  the  Scriptures,  search  and  see 
God's  grand  law  of  equity. 

5  If  our  faith  is  true  and  simple, 

We  will  take  him  at  his  word, 

440 


Hymns  of  Daivn. 

And  our  lives  will  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  owr  Lord. 

Ref. — Search  the  Scriptures,  search  and  see; 
Let  their  records,  gladden  thee. 


297.       THE  LIGHT  OF  THE  WORLD. 

(G.  H.  41.) 

THE  whole  world  was  lost  in  the  darkness 
of  sin; 
The  light  of  the  wo^ld  is  Jesus; 
Like  sunshine  at  noonday,  his  glory  shone  in: 
The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

Cho. — Come  to  the  Light;  'tis  shining  for  thee; 
Sweetly  the  Light  has  dawned  upon  me; 
Once  I  was  blind, but  now  I  can  see: 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

2  No  darkness  have  we  who  in  Jesus  abide; 

The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus; 
We  walk  in  the  light  when  we  follow  our  Guide: 
The  light  of  the  worlH  is  Jesus. 

3  For  dwellers  in  darkness  v\ath  sin-blinded  eyes, 

The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus; 
They'll  wash  at  his  bidding,  and  light  will  arise: 
The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

4  No  need  of  the  sun  in  the  city  to  come, 

The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus; 
All  nations  shall  walk  in  the  light  of  the  Lamb: 
The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

441 


Hyjnns  of  Dawn. 
298.        AN  EVER  PRESENT  HELP. 

Horton.  7.   (s.  P.  1 1 13;  E.  11.  106.) 

THEY  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place; 
If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

2  In  our  sickness  or  our  health, 
In  our  want  or  in  our  wealth, 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  foes  of  life  prevail, 
'Tis  the  time  for  earnest  prayer; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait, 
To  thy  Father  come  and  wait; 
He  M'ill  always  hear  thy  pra3'er, 
Thou  shalt  have  his  tender  care. 


299.  MY  BLESSED  PORTION. 

Federal  Street.   L.  M.   (s.  p.  60.) 

'HOUGH  all  the  world  my  choice  deride, 
Yet  Jesus  shall  my  portion  be; 
For  I  am  pleased  with  none  beside; 
The  fairest  of  the  fair  is  he. 


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Sweet  is  the  vision  of  thy  face, 

And  kindness  o'er  thy  lips  is  shed; 

Lovely  art  thou,  and  full  of  grace. 
And  glory  beams  around  thy  head. 
442 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Thy  sufferings  I  embrace  with  thee, 

Thy  poverty  and  shameful  cross; 
The  pleasures  of  the  world  I  flee, 
And  deem  its  treasures  only  dross. 

4  Be  daily  dearer  to  my  heart, 

And  ever  let  me  feel  thee  near; 
Then  willingly  with  all  I'd  part, 
Nor  count  it  worthy  of  a  tear. 


300.        LIGHT  AFTER  DARKNESS. 

Balerma.   C.  M. 
(S.  P.  329;  J.  H.  163;  E.  H.  135.) 

THOUGH  earthborn  shadows  now  may  shroud 
Thy  thorny  path  awhile, 
God's  blessed  Word  can  part  each  cloud. 
And  bid  the  sunshine  smile. 

2  Only  believe,  in  living  faith. 

His  love  and  power  divine. 
And  in  each  trial,  e'en  in  death, 
His  light  shall  round  thee  shine. 

3  When  tempest  clouds  are  dark  on  high, 

His  bow  of  love  and  peace 
Shines  sweetly  through  thy  troubled  sky, 
A  pledge  that  storms  shall  cease. 

4  Hold  on  thy  way,  with  hope  unchilled, 

By  faith  and  not  by  sight. 
And  thou  shalt  own  his  word  fulfilled, 
"  At  eve  it  shall  be  light." 

443 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
301.        THE  LORD  WILL  PROVIDE. 

Lyons.  lo,  ii.  (j.  H.  413;  S.  P.  I459.) 

THOUGH  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail   and   foes  all 
unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide; 
The  promise  assures  us,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 

2  The  birds,  without  barn  or  store-house,  are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread ; 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
vSo  long  as 'tis  written, '"The  Lord  will  provide." 

3  When  vSatan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  has  tried. 
The  heart-cheering  promise,    "The    Lord   will 

provide." 

4  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain; 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  tried, 
This  answers  all  questions,  "  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide." 


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Nostrength  ofourown,  nor  goodness  we  claim; 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus'  dear  name: 
In  this,  our  strong  tower,  for  safety  we  hide; 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  "The  Lord  will  provide ." 

When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  w'ord  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through : 
Not  fearing  nor  doubting  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We're  sure  to  die  feeling,  "  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide." 

444 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
302.         THUS  IT  BEHOOVETH  US. 

Zion.  S,  y,  4. 
(s.  P.  814;  J.  H.  521 ;  E.  H.  156.) 

T'HOU  hast  said,  O  blessed  Jesus, 
J-    "  Take  thy  cross  and  follow  me." 
'Tis  because  thou  wouldest  have  us^ 

Reign  forevermore  with  thee. 
Lord,  I'll  take  it; 

Help  me  so  to  follow  thee. 

2  While  this  liquid- tomb  surveying, 

Emblem  of  the  dismal  grave, 
Thee  I'd  follow,  humbly  praying; 
Life  itself  I  would  not  save. 

So  I'll  enter. 
As  thou  enteredst  Jordan's  wave. 

3  Fitting  sign,  which  thus  reminds  me. 

Savior,  of  thy  love  for  me. 
And  this  covenant  which  binds  me 
In  its  deathless  bonds  to  thee. 

O  !  what  pleasure 
In  this  fellowship  with  thee  ! 

4  Though  it  rend  some  fond  affection, 

Though  I  suffer  shame  or  loss. 
Yet  the  fragrant,  blest  reflection — 
I  am  now  where  Jesus  was — 

Will  revive  me. 
When  I  faint  beneath  the  cross. 

445 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

303  <  CLOSE  TO  THEE. 

(g.  h.  176.) 

'l^HOU,  my  everlasting  portion, 
J-    More  than  friend  or  life  to  me, 
All  along  my  pilgrim  journey, 

Savior,  let  me  walk  with  thee. 
Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee: 
All  along  my  pilgrim  journey, 
Savior,  let  me  walk  with  thee. 

2  Not  for  ease  or  worldly  pleasure, 

Nor  for  fame  my  prayer  shall  be; 
Gladly  will  I  toil  and  suffer, 

Only  let  me  walk  with  thee. 
Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee; 
Gladly  would  I  toil  and  suffer. 
Only  let  me  walk  with  thee. 

3  Lead  me  through  the  vale  of  shadows, 

Bear  me  o'er  life's  fitful  sea; 
Then,  the  gate  of  life  eternal 

May  I  enter,  Lord,  with  thee. 
Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee; 
Then  the  gate  of  life  eternal 
May  I  enter,  Lord,  with  thee. 


304)  JESUS,  MY  REFUGE. 

La  ban.   S.  M. 
(S.  P.  557;  G.  H.  112;  J.  H.  304.) 

'HOU  Refuge  of  my  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise. 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 
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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  my  grief; 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal: 
Thy  v/ord  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Dear  Lord,  where  should  I  flee? — 

Thou  art  my  only  trust; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  \o  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


305.         OUR  EVER  PRESENT  AID. 

Shir  I  and.  S.  M. 
(S.  p.  619;  G.  H.  211  ;  J.  H.  306.) 

'^FHOU  ever  present  aid 
1      In  suff'ring  and  distress, 
The  mind  which  still  on  thee  is  stayed 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow^  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene'er  thy  face  appears; 
It  stills  the  sighing  sufTrers  moan. 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

4  It  hallows  every  cross; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me; 
Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 
And  find  my  all  in  thee. 

447 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

5  Jesus,  to  whom  I  lly, 

Doth  all  my  needs  fulfil; 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry, 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

6  Stripped  of  each  earthly  friend, 

I  find  them  all  in  One; 
And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end 
Abound  in  Christ  alone. 


306,  FATHER,  HELP  US. 

Duke  Street.  L.  M. 
(S.  P.  76;  J.  H.  39;  E.  H.  5.) 

pHY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford: 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear; 
Lord,  speak,  and  let  thy  servant  hear. 


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3   Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
With  heavenly  truth  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply. 
And  may  it  give  new  energy; 

O  !  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Be  profited  by  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thyself  reveal; 

Help  us  to  learn  and  do  thy  will;     - 
Thy  heavenly  grace  in  us  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

448 


Hymns  of  Damn. 
SOT.  I  WILL  NOT  FEAR. 

Sessions.  L.  M. 
(S.  p.  98;  G.  H.  215;  W.  H.  120.) 

^I^HY  will  be  done !  I  will  not  fear 
J-      The  fate  provided  by  thy  love; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  shroud  me  here, 
I  know  that  all  is  bright  above. 

2  The  stars  of  heaven  are  shining  on, 

Though  these  frail  eyes  are  dimmed  with  tears; 
The  hopes  of  earth  indeed  are  gone, 
But  are  not  ours  th'  eternal  years  ? 

3  Father,  forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 

Thus  trembling,  to  the  things  of  time; 
And  bid  my  soul,  on  soaring  wings. 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime. 

4  O  let  not  doubts  disturb  its  trust. 

Nor  sorrows  dim  its  heav'nly  love; 
Nor  these  afflictions  of  the  dust 

My  inmost  calm  and  peace  remove. 


308.  'TIS  FINISHED. 

Ward.  L.  M.  (s.  p.  47;  j.  h.  Z^.) 


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''T^IS  finished  !"  so  the  Savior  cried, 

A       And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died. 
'Tis  finished  !  yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

'Tis  finished  !  this  that  heaven  foretold 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old; 
And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view. 
That  holy  prophets  never  knew. 

449  (29) 


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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  'Tis  finished  !  Son  of  God,  thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  the  awful  hour; 
Thy  life  for  ours  the  ransom  paid, 
And  free  from  death  shall  we  be  made. 

4  'Tis  finished  !  let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round: 
'Tis  finished  !  let  the  triumph  rise 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies ! 


309.  TO  THE  WORK!     • 

(G.  H.   145;  E.  H.  254.) 

rO  the  work  !  to  the  work  !  O  ye  servants  of 
God  ! 
Let  us  follow  the  path  that  our  Master  has  trod; 
With  the  balm  of  his  counsel  our  strength  to 

renew. 
Let  us  do  with  our  might  what  our  hands  find 
to  do. 

Cho. — Toilingon,  toilingon,  toiling  on,  toiling  on, 
Let  us  hope  and  trust;  letus  watch  and  pray 
And  labor  till  the  work  is  done. 

2  To  the  work  !  to  the  work  !  let  the  hungry  be  fed; 
To  the  fountain  of  life  let  the  w^eary  be  led. 
In  the  cross  and  its  banner  our  glory  shall  be 
While  we  herald  the  tidings,  Salvation  is  free  ! 

3  To  the  work  !  to  the  work  !  there  is  labor  for  all; 
Soon  the  kingdom  of  darkness  and  error  shall  fall 
And  the  name  of  Jehovah  exalted  shall  be 

In  the  loud  swelling  chorus,  Salvation  is  free ! 

450 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

4  To  the  work  !  to  the  work  !  in  the  strength  of  the 
Lord ; 
And  the  smile  of  his  face  shall  our  labor  reward 
When  as  kings  and  as  priests  over  earth  we 

shall  be, 
JNIaking  known  unto  all  that  salvation  is  free  ! 


310.  TRIUMPHANT  ZION. 

An-vern.  L.  M.   (s.  p.  763.) 
Ware.   (s.  r.  291.) 
a^RIUMPHANT  Zion,  lift  thy  head 
A      From  dust  and  darkness  and  the  dead  ! 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Savior's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thine  excellence  be  known. 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glory  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  courts  wnth  dread; 
No  more  shall  sin's  defiling  host 

Their  vict'ry,  and  thy  sorrows,  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair; 

Nor  w^ill  thy  w^atchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

5  Yea,  soon  astonished  men  shall  see 
The  laurels  of  thy  victory; 

And  thou,  with  grace  and  glory  crowned, 
May'st  lavish  blessings  all  around. 

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'Hyjnns  of  Dawn. 
311.      THE  GLORY  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

IVeiton.  L.  JL    (s.  V.  13.) 

LIPON  the  gospel's  sacred  page 
'      The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine; 
For,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 
Fulfils  its  prophecies  divine. 

2  On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight, 

From  year  to  year  the  truth  shall  soar; 
AncV,  as  it  soars,  its  blessed  light 

Shall  scatter  darkness  more  and  more. 

3  More  glorious  still,  as  centuries  roll. 

Shall  truth's  fair  banner  be  unfurled, 
Until  in  strength,  from  pole  to  pole, 
Its  radiance  shall  overflow  the  world — 

4  Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy; 

As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  joy. 
And  sweeps  the  lingering  mists  away. 


312 


VAIN  WORLD,  ADIEU. 

Penitence.  7,  6,  8. 

(j.  H.  612;  W.  H.  96.) 

\^AIN,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  thou  callest  good  I 
To  my  Lord  I  would  be  true, 

Whobought  me  with  his  blood. 
All  thy  vanities  must  go; 

I  have  no  pleasure  in  fhy  pride; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified. 

452 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Christ  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

O  that  all  would  now  unite 

This  saving  truth  to  prove; 
See  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  all  men  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


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313.  ^A^T  UPON  THE  LORD. 

Horton.  y.     (s.  P.  1113;  E.  h.  106.) 
AIT,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord; 
To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  his  w^ord: 
"As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace: 
'•  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief. 

In  succv  ssion  thou  may'st  see; 
This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief: 
"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

453 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
314.  WAKE  THE  SONG. 

Amboy.  7.  (j.  H.  382.) 

WAKE  the  song  of  jubilee  ! 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea  ! 
Now  is  come  the  promised  hour; 
Jesus  reigns  with  sov'reign  power. 
Hark  !  the  desert  lands  rejoice; 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice; 
Joy  !  the  whole  creation  sings, 
Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  ! 

2   Wake  the  song  of  jubilee; 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore; 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore ! 
He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
With  illimitable  sway; 
He  shall  reign  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Thrones  and  kingdoms  pass  away. 


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315.  WALK  IN  THE  LIGHT. 

Warwick.   C.  J/. 
(S.  p.  678;  G.  H.  213;  J.  H.  202.) 

'ALK  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou  know 
That  fellowship  of  love 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow, 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

Walk  in  the  light!  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  His 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 

In  whom  no  darkness  is. 

454 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  passed  away, 
Because  that  Light  hath  on  thee  shone 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  thy  path  shall  be 

Peaceful,  serene,  and  bright; 
For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  himself  is  light. 


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316.  MORNING  DAWNS. 

Zion's  Glory.  8,  7.   (s.  P.  808.) 
[ATCHMAN,  tell  me,  does  the  morning 
Of  fair  Zion's  glory  dawn? 
Have  the  signs  that  mark  its  coming 

Yet  upon  thy  pathway  shone? 
Pilgrim,  yes  !  arise  !  look  'round  thee  ! 

Light  is  breaking  in  the  skies ! 

Gird  thy  bridal  robes  around  thee; 

Morning  dawns  !  arise  !  arise  ! 

2  Watchman,  is  the  light  ascending 
Of  the  grand  Sabbatic  year? 

Are  the  voices  now  portending 
That  the  kingdom's  very  near? 

Pilgrim,  yes,  I  see  just  yonder 
Canaan's  glorious  heights  arise; 

Salem,  too,  appears  in  grandeur, 
Tow'ring  'neath  its  cloudless  skies. 

3  Pilgrim,  see  !  the  land  is  nearing, 
With  its  vernal  fruits  and  flowers  ! 

On  !  just  yonder — O  how  cheering  ! 
Bloom  forever  Eden's  bowers. 

455 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Hark  !  the  choral  strains  are  ringing, 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

Blessings  to  mankind  he's  bringing, 
Even  though  with  chastening  rod. 


317. 


WHAT  OF  THE  NIGHT? 

Morning  Star.  j.    (s.  \\  1 105.) 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night- 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell } 
Traveler,  yes,  it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler,  ages  are  its  own; 

See,  its  glory  fills  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night. 

For  the  morning  seems  to  daw^n. 
Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  will  earth's  sorrows  cease, 

And  God's  will  on  earth  be  done? 
Traveler,  yes,  the  Prince  of  peace. 

Earth's  appointed  King,  has  come  ! 

456 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

318.         WATCHING  FOR  THE  DAY. 

(hymns  of  morning,  36.) 

WE  'VE  been  watching,  we've  been  waiting, 
For  the  bright,  prophetic  day; 
When  the  shadows,  weary  shadows, 
From  the  world  shall  roll  away. 

Cho. — We  are  waking,  for  'tis  morning. 

And  the  beauteous  day  is  dawning; 
We  are  happy,  for  'tis  morning; 

See  !  the  shadows  flee  away. 
Lo  !  he  comes  !  see  the  King  draw  near  ! 
Zion,  shout !  the  Lord  is  here. 

2  We've  been  watching,  we've  been  waiting. 

For  the  star  that  brings  the  day; 
For  the  night  of  sin  to  vanish, 
And  the  mists  to  roll  away. 

3  We've  been  watching,  we've  been  waiting. 

For  the  beauteous  King  of  day. 
For  the  chiefest  of  ten  thousand, 
For  the  Light,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 

4  We  begin  to  see  the  dawning 

Of  the  bright  Millennial  day; 
Soon  the  shadows,  weary  shadows. 
Shall  forever  pass  away. 


319.  REVIVE  US  AGAIN. 

(G.  H.  24;  w.  H.  57 ;  E.  H.  219.; 


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fE  praise  thee,  O  God,  for  the  Son  of  thy  love. 
Who  died  for  our  sins  and  ascended  above. 

457 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Cho. — Hallelujah!    thine    the  glory;    hallelujah! 
amen. 
Hallelujah  !  thine  the  glory ;  revive  us  again. 

2  We  praise  thee,  O  God,  for  the  Spirit  of  light 
That  shines  on  thy  pages,  and  scatters  our  night. 

3  We  praise  thee,    O  God,   that  the  kingdom  is 

near, 
That  the  Savior   has  come,    and    will   shortly 
appear. 


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320.  ^E  SHALL  MEET. 

(g.  H.  7  ;  W.  H.  23  ;  E.  H.  273.) 

E  shall  meet  beyond  the  river 
By  and  by,  by  and  by; 
And  the  darkness  shall  be  over 

By  and  by,  by  and  by. 
When  the  toilsome  journey's  done 
And  the  victory  is  won, 
We  shall  shine  forth  as  the  sun, 
By  and  by,  by  and  by. 

We  shall  strike  the  harps  of  glory 

By  and  by,  by  and  by; 
We  shall  sing  redemption's  story 

By  and  by,  by  and  by; 
And  the  strains  forevermore 
Shall  resound  in  sweetness  o'er 
Yonder  everlasting  shore. 
By  and  by,  by  and  by. 

458 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

We  shall  see  and  be  like  Jesus 

By  and  by,  by  and  by, 
To  himself  he  will  receive  us 

By  and  by,  by  and  by. 
Then  with  joy  w^e  shall  fulfil 
All  God's  blessed,  holy  will. 
And  adore  and  praise  him  still 

By  and  by,  by  and  by. 

Yes,  our  tears  shall  all  cease  flowing 

By  and  by,  by  and  by; 
And  with  power  we  shall  be  showing- 

By  and  by,  by  and  by — 
All  the  wealth  of  grace  divine, 
All  the  depth  of  wisdom's  mine, 
Making  truth  and  virtue  shine 

By  and  by,  by  and  by. 


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321.  WHAT  A  FRIEND! 

?,  7.    (G.  H.  29;  E.  H.  165.) 

HAT  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 
All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear  ! 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  him  in  prayer ! 
O,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit ! 

O,  what  needless  pain  we  bear ! 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 
Everything  to  him  in  prayer. 

Have  we  trials  and  temptations? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere.'^ 
We  should  never  be  discouraged; 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

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Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 
Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share? 

Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness; 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Are  we  weak  and  heavy-laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care? 
Precious  Savior  !  still  our  refuge  ! 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer; 
In  his  arms  he'll  take  and  shield  thee; 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 


322«  HEIRS  WITH  CHRIST. 

Avo7i.  C.  M.   (e.  h.  135 ;  s.  p.  1337.) 

HAT  poor,  despised  company 
Of  travelers  are  those, 
Who  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Beset  by  many  foes  ? 


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3   Ah,  they  are  of  a  royal  line, 
All  children  of  a  King, 
Heirs  of  eternal  life  divine, 
And  lo  !  for  joy  they  sing  ! 

3  Why  do  they,  then,  appear  so  mean? 

And  Avhy  so  much  despised? 
Because,  of  their  rich  robes,  unseen. 
The  world  is  not  apprized. 

4  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 

460 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

Ah,  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod: 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 


323.  PRAYER. 

Rockingham.  L.  M. 

(S.  P.  29;  G.  H.   103;  J.  H.  44;  E.  H.   151.) 

/HAT  various  hindrances  w^e  meet 
In  coming  to  the  merc3^-seat! 
Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there? 


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2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love; 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  keeps  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 


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324:.  CAUSE  FOR  GRATITUDE. 

Howard.   C.  M.   (j.  H.  205.) 

J'HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  Tm  lost 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

O,  how  can  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  within  my  inmost  heart.? 

But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

461 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

3  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 
A  grateful  song  Til  raise. 
And  my  eternal  joy  shall  be 
To  herald  wide  thy  j^raise. 


325.        GRATEFUL  CONSECRATION. 

Duke  Street.  L.  M. 
(s.  P.  76;  J.  H.  39;  E.  H.  5.) 

lirHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
'  '       On  which  my  blessed  Savior  died, 
All  earthly  gain  I  count  but  loss; 
How  empty  all  its  show  and  pride  ! 

2  I  would  not  seek    in  earthly  bliss, 

To  find  a  rest  apart  from  thee, 
Forgetful  of  thy  sacrifice 

Which  purchased  life  and  peace  for  me. 

3  I'm  not  my  own,  dear  Lord — to  thee 

My  every  power,  by  right,  belongs; 
]My  privilege  to  serve  I  see. 

Thy  praise  to  raise  in  tuneful  songs. 

4  And  so,  beside  thy  sacrifice, 

I  would  lay  down  my  little  all. 
'Tis  lean  and  poor,  I  must  confess; 
I  would  that  it  were  not  so  small. 

5  But  then  I  know  thou  dost  accept 

My  grateful  oft' 'ring  unto  thee; 
For,  Lord,  'tis  love  that  doth  it  prompt, 
And  love  is  incense  sweet  to  thee. 

462 


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Hymns  of  Dawn, 
326*       WHEN  I  ViEW  THE  CROSS. 

Martin,   y,  d. 
(j.  H.  374;  E.  H.  202.) 

/HEN  I  view  the  cruel  cross 

Where  my  loving  Savior  died, 
All  the  bitter  pain  and  loss 

Borne  to  save  his  future  bride, 
O  !  what  language  can  express, 

0  !  what  ministries  can  show, 
All  my  heart's  deep  thankfulness, 

Love  which  in  my  heart  doth  glow 

How  could  I  in  earthly  dross 

Find  a  satisfaction  now  ? 
vSweeter  far  to  share  the  cross 

And  beneath  its  weight  to  bows 
For  communion  sweet  I  find  . 

In  this  straight  and  narrow  way. 
With  his  love  and  help  so  kind 

For  my  comfort,  strength  and  stay. 

Forward  to  the  future  joy 

All  my  longing  hopes  aspire, 
And  for  this  world's  mean  alloy 

1  will  not  henceforth  inquire. 
O  !  the  joy  of  that  blest  hour 

When,  in  glory,  Christ  I'll  meet — 
Raised  by  him  to  queenly  power. 
In  his  righteousness  comj^lete. 

Every  painful  circumstance. 
Every  sorrow  I  may  know, 

Will  that  glory  but  enhance — 

Heavenly  love  the  brighter  glow, 

463 


Hymns  of  Dawn, 

Love,  so  proved,  is  svs^eeter  far 
Than  the  trophies  won  by  pride; 

Naught  this  mutual  love,  can  mar; 
Through  all  ages  'twill  abide. 


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327.  WE  SHALL  REIGN. 

(G.  H.  336.) 

THEN  the  Lord  from  heav'n  appears 
When  are  banished  all  our  fears. 
When  the  sleepers  from  the  tomb 
With  the  watchers  reach  their  home — 

Cho. — Then  enthroned,  our  Lord,  with  thee, 
We  shall  reign  eternally. 

2  When  our  eyes  the  King  shall  see 
In  his  glorious  majesty, 
When  to  him  we're  called  above. 
Partners  of  his  joy  and  love — 

3  Debtors  to  his  matchless  grace. 
At  his  feet  our  crowns  we'll  place; 
And  as  ages  roll  along. 
Still  we'll  sing  the  glad  new  song. 

4  Let  this  hope  now  purify 
Those  who  on  thy  Word  rely; 
Comfort  to  our  hearts  afford; — 
Come  and  fill  us  now,  O  Lord. 


328.  HE  WILL  HIDE  ME. 

(g.  h.  225.) 

^l/'HEN  the  storms  of  life  are  raging, 
»  V    Tempests  wild  on  sea  and  land, 

464 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

I  Avill  seek  a  place  of  refuge 
In  the  shadow  of  God's  hand. 

Cho. — He  will  hide  me,  he  will  hide  me, 
Where  no  harm  can  e'er  betide  me 
He  will  hide  me,  safely  hide  me, 
In  the  shadow  of  his  hand. 

2  Though  he  may  permit  affliction, 

'Twill  but  make  me  long  for   home; 
For  in  love,  and  not  in  anger, 
All  his  chastenings  wnll  come. 

3  Enemies  may  strive  to  injure. 

Satan  all  his  arts  employ: 
God  will  turn  ^vhat  seems  to  harm  me 
Into  everlasting  joy. 

4  So,  when  here  the  cross  I'm  bearing, 

Meeting  storms  and  billows  wild, 
Jesus  for  my  soul  is  caring: 

Naught  can  harm  his  Father's  child. 


329.  IN  THY  NAME. 

Ward.   L.  M.    (s.  P.  47 ;  J.  h.  38.) 

^AfHERE  two  or  three,  with  sweet   accord, 
'  '     Meet  in  thy  name,  O  blessed  Lord  I — 
ISIeet  to  recount  thine  acts  of  grace, 
O,  how  thy  presence  fills  the  place  ! 

2  There  thou  hast  promised,  Lord,  to  be, 
To  bless  the  little  company; 

465 


Hytnjis  of  Dawn. 

And  while  we  offer  prayer  and  praise, 
O  !  may  we  learn  inore  of  thy  ways  ! 

O  !  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love, 
And  may  we  at  its  impulse  move. 
That  all  around  may  clearly  see 
That  we  have  been,  dear  Lord,  with  thee. 


330 


\\ 


CONFIDENCE  AND  SECURITY. 

Dunbar.  S.  J/,  d.    (s.  P.  580.) 

/^HO  in  the  Lord  confide, 
And  in  his  precious  blood, 
In  storms  and  hurricanes  abide 

Firm  as  the  mount  of  God. 
Steadfast,  and  fixed,  and  sure, 

His  Zion  cannot  move; 
His  faithful  people  stand  secure 

In  Jesus'  guardian  love. 

As  'round  Jerusalem 

The  hilly  bulwarks  rise. 
So  God  protects  and  covers  them 

From  all  their  enemies. 
On  every  side  he  stands. 

And  for  his  Israel  cares; 
And  safe  in  his  almighty  hands 

Their  souls  forever  bears. 


331.  CHRIST  FOR  ME. 

(O.  H.  258.) 

WHOM  have  I,  Lord,  to  help  but  thee  ? 
'  '     None  but  thee  I  None  but  thee  ! 

466  (30) 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  this  my  song  through  life  shall  be, 
Christ  for  me  !    Christ  for  me  ! 

He  hath  for  me  the  wine-press  trod; 

He  hath  redeemed  me  by  his  blood; 

He  reconciled  my  soul  to  God. 
Christ  for  me  !    Christ  for  me  ! 

2  I  envy  not  the  rich  their  joys; 

Christ  for  me  !  Christ  for  me  ! 
I  covet  not  earth's  glittering  toys; 

Christ  for  me  !     Christ  for  me  ! 
Earth  can  no  lasting  bliss  bestow; 
"  Fading"  is  stamped  on  all  below; 
Mine  is  a  joy  no  end  can  know. 

Christ  for  me  !      Christ  for  me  ! 

3  Though  poor  and  humble  be  my  lot, 

Christ  for  me  !   Christ  for  me  ! 
He  knoweth  best;  I  murmur  not; 

Christ  for  me  !      Christ  for  me  ! 
Though  vine  and  fig-tree  blight  assail, 
The  labor  of  the  olive  fail, 
And  death  o'er  flocks  and  herds  prevail, 

Christ  for  me  !      Christ  for  me  ! 

4  Though  I  am  now  on  hostile  ground, 

Christ  for  me  !  Christ  for  me  ! 
And  foes  beset  me  all  around, 

Christ  for  me  !  Christ  for  me  ! 
Let  earth  her  fiercest  battle  wage, 
And  foes  against  my  soul  engage 
Strong  in  his  strength,  I'll  stand  their  rage; 

Christ  for  me  !      Christ  for  me  ! 

467 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 
332*  TAKE  YOUR  HARPS. 

(E.  H.  92.) 

YOUR  harps,  ye  tearful  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take; 
No  more  by  Bab'lons  streams  sit  down 
And  weep  for  Zion's  sake. 

3  The  Spirit  of  our  God 

Hath  tuned  the  harp  divine, 
And  now,  in  grandest  harmony, 
Its  melodies  combine. 

3  Awake  its  notes  of  joy 

That  tell  of  Zion's  peace, 
And  how,  through  everlasting  years, 
Her  glory  shall  increase. 

4  Take  down  the  harp  divine, 

Sweep  o'er  its  many  strings; 
They  call  to  Zion,  Rise  and  shine  ! 
Thy  God  salvation  brings. 

5  Mo  more  an  exile  roam; 

Accept  thy  liberty; 
God  calls  his  faithful  people  home. 
Sets  error's  captives  free. 

6  Let  such  go  up  and  build 

The  temple  of  our  God, 
And  let  their  souls,  with  courage  filled, 
Publish  the  news  abroad. 

7  God's  temple  soon  shall  rise 

Above  the  wrecks  of  time; 

468 


Hymns  of  Dawn. 

And  then  its  finished  mysteries 
Shall  glow  in  light  sublime. 


7J 


333.  GOD  IS  WITH  THEE. 

Zion.  S,  7,  4. 
(J.  H.  521;  s.  p.  814.) 

'ION  stands  with  hills  surrounded — 
Zion,  kept  by  power  divine. 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine. 

Happy  Zion  ! 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 

Every  human  tie  may  perish, 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove. 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove, 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 

But  will  never  cease  to  love  thee; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight. 

God  is  with  thee — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light ! 


469 


INDEX 

OF 

POKIVIS  OK  DAV^N. 


A  Dirge.  * 

G'co.  Cro'v. 

176 

A  Happy  New  Year. 

185 

A  Life  Well  Spent. 

189 

A  Little  Light.              . ' 

108 

A  Little  Talk  With  Jesus. 

56 

A  Little  While.  * 

79 

A  Little  While. 

^        Titbuiy. 

136 

All  Things  New. 

44 

All  Things  New. 

. 

175 

Amen,  Amen. 

F.  G.  BrcnvniuL;. 

89 

A  Perfea  Trust.     . 

117 

A  Present  Help. 

.     L.  M.  Alexander. 

66 

Ascend,  Beloved. 

144 

A  Solitary  Way. 

57 

At  Last. 

J.  G.   WhiUier. 

187 

Be  Strong. 

87 

Be  Vigilant.  * 

III 

Bringing  Home  the  Flock. 

Sarah  Doitdncy. 

142 

Christ  our  Teacher. 

55 

Christ  All  in  All. 

52 

Christ  Within. 

54 

Church  of  God. 

F.  A\  Havcrgal. 

78 

Clear  the  Way.     . 

Charles  Maekay. 

171 

Coming  By  and  By.     . 

170 

Count  Your  Blessings. 

140 

Courage!  Morning  Dawns. 

68 

Courage  !   My  Soul. 

Paul  Fleming. 

82 

Courage !  Press  on. 

. 

85 

All 


Index 

of  Poems. 

Deeds,  not  Words. 

106 

Deliverance.  * 

Bishop  Heber. 

167 

Discipline. 

92 

Divine  Guidance.  *     . 

'       .       '  H.  M.  KimhalL 

124 

Doubt  Him  Not.    . 

. 

59 

Endurance. 

Wm.  Cullen  Bryant. 

116 

Enter  In.  * 

. 

107 

Eternity.  *        . 

186 

Even  so,  Father.    . 

Mrs.  M.  P.  Smith. 

71 

Faultless. 

Mrs.  Hen-ick  Johnson. 

131 

Filled  with  Christ's  Fulness. 

.     Bxui-ht  Pratt. 

41 

Follow  the  Pattern.  * 

. 

75 

From  Darkness  to  Light. 

. 

156 

Full  Consecration. 

. 

127 

Gideon's  Band. 

.      /.  /:  Cet/et/}', 

174 

God  Bless  Thee.  *       . 

. 

185 

God  Knows. 

. 

95 

God's  Works. 

F.  R.   Whiten. 

180 

Go,  Labor  On. 

H4 

Grace  Sufficient.  * 

. 

70 

Great  Truths. 

Longfello-tv. 

196 

Growing  in  Grace. 

F.  R.  Havergal. 

126 

Have  Faith  in  God. 

68 

He  Careth  For  You. 

. 

97 

He  Restoreth  my  Soul. 

. 

61 

He  that  Scattereth  Increaseth. 

.   '    Mrs.  Charles. 

127 

His  Will,  Not  Mine,  Be  Doric. 

Mrs.  H.   \V.  Brozvn. 

77 

How  Readest  Thou  ? 

. 

150 

How  We  Learn.  * 

151 

Hymn  of  the  Waldenses. 

.     W.  C.  Bryant. 

152 

I  Can  Trust. 

96 

I  Cannot  Do  Without  Thee. 

.      '         F.  'r.  Havergal. 

85 

I  Count  Not  His  the  Happiest 

Life.     . 

130 

If  I  Could  Know. 

119 

If  We  Are  Christ's.     . 

.        '     //.   W.  Baker. 

114 

Into  His  Marvelous  Light. 

. 

43 

Is  It  For  Me  ? 

. 

76 

It  Hasteth  Greatly. 

. 

167 

Toy  Cometh. 

.      Mrs.  H.   V.  Reed. 

100 

Jesus  of  Nazareth. 

Francis  Janvier. 

39 

472 


wm- 

Jesus  Only. 

. 

io6 

Let  Not  Doubts  O'erwhelm.    . 

. 

53 

Let  Us  Go  Forth. 

HoratiHs  Bonar. 

112 

Life's  Storms  Are  Passinsr. 

IJoratius  Bonar. 

162 

Light  and  Truth.  ^-- 

109 

Light  Ahead.                .              .      ^    . 

J.  G.   Whittier. 

145 

Lord,  Give  Me  This.         .             .       2 

^)-ancis  B.  Havergal. 

40 

Master,  Say  On. 

94 

Meat  in  Due  Season. 

Prof.  Uphani. 

42 

My  One  Talent. 

no 

My  Prayer. 

. 

63 

My  Psalm. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 

191 

My  Sacrifice.  *      . 

. 

^Z 

My  Song.         .... 

Vesta  N.  Johnson. 

146 

New  Year's  Wishes. 

F.  B.  Havergal. 

184 

Only  Thy  Way,  0  God. 

Charlotte  F.  Bates. 

84 

Our  Blessed  Hope. 

193 

Our  Bow  of  Promise. 

Mrs.  Whitney. 

78 

Our  Hands  of  Prayer. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 

95 

Our  Master.     .              I 

J.  G.  Whittier. 

51 

O  Use  Me,  Lord. 

F.  B.  Havergal. 

118 

Perfea  Love. 

93 

Perilous  Times. 

. 

163 

Press  On.         . 

Holmes. 

93 

Put  On  Thy  Beautiful  Robes. 

143 

Resurre(51:ion.  * 

Thcron  Brown. 

194 

Right  the  Pathway.            .              .    . 

. 

130 

Salvation  Fu'l  and  Free. 

. 

36 

Steadfast,  Immovable. 

48 

Summer  Days  to  Come. 

/.  G.  Whittier. 

139 

Sweet  Harmony  at  Last. 

M.  F.  Kinmy. 

80 

Take  Heart. 

H.  G.  Guinness. 

91 

Tell  Me  About  the  Master. 

. 

50 

Tempted  and  Tried. 

. 

62 

The  Aged  Saint.  -^ 

. 

187 

The  Beam.       . 

. 

174 

The  Blade  Before  the  Ear. 

. 

129 

The  Blessed  Hope.  * 

. 

168 

The  Blood- Bought  Robe. 

'. 

45 

The  Bride  of  the  Lamb. 

133 

TEe  Lord  my  Shepherd. 

. 

195 

473 


Index  of  Poems. 


The  Call  Divine. 

The  Christian's  True  Support. 

The  Church  of  God. 

The  Cominj^j  vStorm. 

The  Cost  of  Discipleship.  * 

The  Day  Is  At  Hand. 

The  Day  of  His  Preparation.  -^ 

The  Minister's  Daughter. 

The  Nominal  Church. 

The  Oath- Clad  Promise. 

The  Old,  Old  Story.  *      . 

The  Peace  of  Europe, 

The  Prayer  of  the  Consecrated, 

The  Refining. 

There's  Only  One. 

The  Secret  of  His  Presence. 

The  Time  is  Short.  * 

The  Transformation. 

The  Triumphs  of  Christ's  Kingdom.  * 

The  Vista  of  the  Year.  * 

The  Voice  in  the  Twilight. 

The  Wings  of  Faith. 

The  Wrath  of  God. 

The  Year  Before  Us. 

Thy  Kingdom  Come. 

Thy  Will  Be  Done. 

To- Day  I  Seem  to  Understand, 

To  Jesus  Always. 

Transverse  and  Parallel. 

True  Beauty.  *      .  . 

Trust  Him  More. 

Trust  in  the  Lord. 


Waiting  and  Watching. 
Wait  on  the  Lord. 
Wait  on  the  Lord. 
We  Shall  Be  Like  Him. 
W^e  Thank  Thee. 
What  a  Friend  in  Jesus  ! 
Whom  Will  Ye  Serve  ? 
Why  Dost  Thou  Wait. 
Why  Should  I  Fear  ? 
Workers  and  Winners. 


C/ias.  Mackay. 
J.  G.   Whittier. 


Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 
J.  G.  Whittier. 


M.  F.    Chirks 


Mrs.  Herrick  JoJinson. 

S.  Roxana  Winee. 

F.  G.  Wilson. 

Francis  R.  Havergal. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 

A.  P.  Miller. 

Josephine  Pollard. 

I.  E.  Pa^e. 


L.  S.  Cuthbert. 
S.  M.  Hodgdon. 


L.  S.  Cuthbert. 


47 

84 

135 

166 

46 

67 
180 

153 
146 

32 

7 

164 

116 

128 

88 

59 
III 
122 
178 
181 
120 

98 
169 

183 

171 
90 

123 
64 
86 
79 
73 

100 

134 
65 
80 

105 

104 

72 

173 


474 


I  N  D  KX 

OF 

HYIVlNS   OK   D^WN 


— First  Lines. 

Abide,  sweet  vSpirit,  heavenly  Dove. 

According  to  thy  gracious  Word.  * 

Ah,  my  heart  is  heavy  laden. 

Ah,  tell  me  not  of  gold  or  treasure. 

Alas !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed  ?  ^ 

A  little  flock,  so  calls  he  thee. 

A  little  while !  now  he  has  come.  ■* 

All  for  Jesus,  all  for  Jesus. 

All  glory  to  Jesus  be  given.  *       Mrs. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name. 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell. 

All  the  way  my  Savior  leads  me. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 

And  can  I  yet  delay  ?  * 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know  ? 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old. 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song. 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake  !  '^ 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays.  * 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve. 

Behold,  what  wondrous  grace. 
Blessed  Bible,  precious  Word ! 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds.  * 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow.  * 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  awake  !  awake  ! 
By  thy  birth,  and  by  thy  tears.  * 

475 


Jas.  Montgomery. 
I.   Watts. 


Mary  D.  Jaffies 

Annie  Wittenmeyer. 

E.  Perronct. 

Wm.  Kethe. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

I.  Watts. 

Charles  Wesley. 

J.  S  B.  Monsel. 

Wm.  C.  Dix. 

Wm   Hainmond. 

Charles  Wesley. 

Sam'' I  Medley. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


John  Fa7ucett. 
.      C.   Wesley. 

Robt.  Grant. 


2 

3 
4 
5 
6 

7 
8 

9 

lO 

12 
13 
14 
15 
16 

17 

18 

19 
20 

21 

22 

23 
24 

25 
26 


Index  of  Hymns, 


Children  of  the  heavenly  King.  *  .    John  Cennick. 

Christ  gave  his  life  for  me.  *  .       Frances  A'.  Havergal. 

Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er  thee.  "^  Jos.  Rusling. 
Christ  is  come !  now  let  creation.  *  .  J.  R.  Macdtiff. 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day.  "^  .  C.  Wesley. 

Come,  all  ye  saints,  to  Pisgah's  mountain.  *     . 
Come,  Jesus,  Master,  Sun  divine.  ^  .  .  . 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue.  *  .     C.  IVesley. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare.  ^  .     John  Newton. 

Come,  sing  the  gospel's  joyful  sound.  P.  P.  Bliss. 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing.  ^  .  P.  Robinson. 
Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish.  T.  jMoore. 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  love  the  Lord.  * 
Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord.  *      . 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness.     . 

Dear  Savior,  we  thy  will  obey.  *  ... 

Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone.  * 

Equip  me  for  the  war.  * 
Eternal  Lord,  celestial  King. 
Eternal  Sun  of  Righteousness.  * 


Urn 


Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy.  * 
Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  Word. 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss. 
Father,  while  our  eyes  are  weeping.  * 
Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be. 
Forever  with  the  Lord.  "^ 
Free  from  the  law,  O  happy  condition  ! 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies.  ^ 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows.  * 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears. 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken.  "^ 

Glory  to  God  on  high.  * 

Go,  bury  thy  soirow. 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints.  * 

God  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way. 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call. 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days.  "^ 

God  has  promised  a  glorious  day. 

476 


ir.  C.  Bryant. 

C.   JVeshy. 

IVrangha/ii. 

C.   iVcsley. 

I/oratius  Bonar. 
be  gone.  "^         /.  IVatts. 


Anna  Steele. 
Thomas  Hastinirs. 


Jas. 


j\Ionts;ovierv. 

P.  P.  Bliss. 

I.   Watts. 

H.  Stozvell. 

Paul  Gerha7'dt. 

J.  Newton. 

.   Jas.  Allen. 

.        I.   Watts. 

Mrs.  M.  Stockton. 

Wm.  Cozvper. 


Mrs. 


P.  Doddridge. 
C.  T.  Russell. 


27 
28 
29 
30 
31 
32 
2>3 
34 
35 
36 
Z1 
38 
39 
40 

41 
42 

43 

44 
45 
46 

47 
48 

49 
50 
51 

52 
53 
54 
55 
56 

57 
58 
59 
60 
61 
62 

63 
64 

65 
66 


Index  of  Ifyi 


God's  hand  that  saves,  though  kind,  seems  rough. 

Grace !  'tis  a  charming  sound.       .  .      P.  Doddridge. 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim.  .       /.   IVatts. 

Great  Husbandman,  at  thy  command.  *     . 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah.         .  W.  Williams. 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning.       Hastings. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed.  ^  .     Jas.  Montgomery. 

Happy  the  man  who  learns  to  trace.  *       ,  C.   Wesley. 

Hark !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices.  *  Thos.  Kelley. 

Hark!  the  glad  sound!  the  Lord  has  come!  *  P.  Doddridge. 

Hark !  the  notes  of  angels  singing.  .        Thos.  Kelley. 

Haste,  my  dull  soul,  arise  ! 

Have  you  heard  the  new  song  ?     .  Mrs 

Have  you  on  the  Lord  believed  ? 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken.    . 

Heavenly  Father,  I  would  wear.  * 

Lleavenly  Father,  sovereign  Lord.  * 

Heavenly  Father,  we  beseech  thee.  * 

Heavenly  Father,  we,  thy  children.  * 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies.  * 

He  leadeth  me  :  O  !  blessed  thought. 

Flere  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God. 

Holy  Spirit,  banish  sadness.  * 

Holy  Spirit,  faithful  guide.  "^ 

Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  appear.  *      . 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord.  *   G.  Keith 

How  happy  and  blessed  the  hours.  *         .  J.  A^e7uton 

How  blessed,  how  glorious,  how  joyful  to  feel.  *  . 


C.  T.  Russell. 

P.  P.  Bliss. 

Wm.  Cowper. 

Lucy  Larco77i. 

Benj.    Williams. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

E.  K'athan. 

.       I.   Watts. 

Jos.  H.  Gilvwre. 


Paul  Gcrhardf. 
M.  M.   Wells. 


How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds ! 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while ! 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies !  * 

How  wise  are  God's  commands  ! 

I  am  so  glad  that  our  Father  in  heaven.  * 

I  am  the  door;  come  in,  come  in.  -^ 

I  am  waiting,  ever  waiting.  * 

I  bring  my  sins  to  thee.     . 

I  come  to  thee,  I  come  to  thee !  * 

If  I  in  thy  likeness,  O  Lord,  may  awake. 

If  on  a  quiet  sea.  *  .  .  . 

I  have  entered  the  valley.  *  Airs. 

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J.  K'ewton. 

David  E.  Ford. 

P.  Doddridge. 

P.  P.  Bliss. 

D.  Williams. 

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I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say.  *  .             //.  Bonar. 

I  know  no  hfe  divided.  *       .              .  .     Carl  Spitta. 

I  know  not  what  awaits  me.          .  xMary  G.  Bfainard. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  Hves.  *  .       Savi'l  JMedlev. 

I  left  it  al  with  Jesus.  *         .              .  Ellen  H.   Willis. 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord.  *  J.  Jngalls. 
I  love  thy  will,  O  God.      ..... 

I  love  to  steal  a  while  away.  *  Mrs.  P.  H.  Brcnon. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story.  *          .  Miss  Kate  Hankey. 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger.  *  Mrs.  M.  Shindler. 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord.     .  .         /.   Watts. 

I  need  thee  every  hour.          .  ]\Irs.  A.  S.  Hawks. 

In  Ood  I  have  found  a  retreat.     .  .    Jas.  iVic/iolson. 

In  some  way  or  other,  the  Lord  will.  Mrs.  M.  A.  Cook. 

In  memory  of  the  Savior's  love.  ^  ]\Irs.  C.  T.  Rtissell. 

In  tlie  cross  of  Christ  I  glory.             .  John  Bowring. 
In  the  rifted  Rock  I'm  resting. 

Into  thy  gracious  hands  I  fall.  *        .  W.  C.  Dessler. 

In  Zion's  Rock  abiding.               .  .            P.  P.  Bliss. 

I  am  a  way-worn  traveler.                   .  J.  B.  Matthias. 

I  stand  all  astonished  with  wonder.  .          W.  F.  Crafts. 
I've  found  a  Friend,  O !  such  a  Friend.  "^ 

I  want  a  principle  within.  "^         .  .                C.  Wesley. 

I  will  sing  for  Jesus.              .              .  Mrs.  E.  M.  Gates. 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer.  *  .               P.  P.  Bliss. 

I  will  sing  you  a  song.  "^^       .              .  Mrs.  E.  M.  Gates. 


Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken.  ^ 
Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross. 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope. 
Jesus,  refuge  of  my  soul.  * 
Jesus  shall  leign  where'er  the  sun.  '■ 
Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee.  *  . 
Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King.  * 
Jesus,  thy  spotless  righteousness.  * 
Jesus  wept  in  sorrow  over. 
Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet.  ^ 
Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 

Keep  thou  my  way,  O  Lord.  * 

Laboring  and  heavy  laden. 
Let  earth  and  heaven  agree.    . 

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H.  F.  Lyte. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby. 

C,   Wesley. 

C.   Wesley. 

.      I.   Watts. 


Mrs. 


I.   Watts. 
A\  Zinzendorf 
C.  T.  Pussell. 
lV)>i.  Co7vper. 


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Let  every  mortal  ear  attend.  *        ,  .  /.   Watts. 

Let  us  rejoice  in  Christ,  the  Lord. 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue.  .  J.  N'eivton. 

Lift  up,  lift  up  thy  voice  with  singing.  "^    yl/.  A.  Lathbury. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  desponding  pilgrims 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates.  "^'       .       Geo.   Weissel. 

Light  of  the  world,  shine  on  our  souls. 

Like  the  sound  of  many  waters.  .       F.  J.  Crosby. 

Long  in  bondage  we  have  waited.  Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious.  *      .       Thos.  Kelley. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.       .         Ediuin  Smythe. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.  .  Walter  Shirley. 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine.  *        .  Sam' I  Davies. 

Lord,  I  delight  in  thee.  .  .     John  Ryland. 

Lord,  no  hour  is  half  so  sweet.  *         .        Charlotte  Elliott. 

Lord  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call.  *  .  .       ]Vm.  Cowper. 

Lo,  the  light  of  God  is  breaking.  .         W.  T.  S'ie7"iuin. 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling.  "^  .  .  C.  Wesley. 

Love  of  Jesus,  all  divine.  *  .  F.  Bottome. 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned.  *  .  .,9.  Stennett. 

Man  of  sorrows  !  What  a  name !  .  .  P.  P.  Bliss. 

Many  sleep,  but  not  forever.  '^       .         Mrs.  M.  A.  Kidder. 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion.  .  .  P>.  Denham. 

Mine  eyes  can  see  the  glory. 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ.     . 

Mourner,  wheresoe'er  thou  art. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee.  *    . 

My  God,  I  have  found.  * 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys.  * 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right.  ^ 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less. 

My  life  flows  on  in  endless  song. 

My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content. 

My  Father,  my  almighty  Friend.  * 

My  song  shall  be  of  Jesus. 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard. 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life. 

My  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise.  *       J.  II.  livingstone. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand.  .  Win.  F.  Iloyd. 

Naught  of  merit  or  of  price.  .  .        Proctor. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee.  *■  .        Mrs.  Sarah  Adams. 

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Mrs.  E.  Prentiss. 
F.J.  Crosby. 
Kay  Palmer. 

I   IVatts. 

P.  Doddrige. 

E.  Mote. 

F.  J.  Hartley. 

M.  Guy  on. 

I.  Watts. 

s.   Van  Alstyne. 

G.  Heath. 


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No  longer  far  from  rest  I  roam. 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts.  *        .  .  /.  Watts. 

Not  my  own,  but  saved  by  Jesus.  .  E.  N^athan. 

Not  to  ourselves  again.      ..... 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime.  * 

O  bliss  of  the  purified. 

O  could  we  speak  the  matchless  worth 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God.  * 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink.  * 

O  for  a  heart  more  like  my  God.  * 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing. 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe. 

O  glorious  hope  of  heavenly  love. 

O  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  our  song. 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  jpy  choice.  * 

O  hail,  happy  day,  that  speaks  our  trials  ended 

O  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord. 

O  how  happy  are  we.  *  . 

O  how  happy  are  t]iey.  * 

O  Lord,  thy  promised  grace  impart.  * 

O  love  divine,  that  stooped  to  share. 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus. 

One  offer  of  salvation.* 

One  there  is  above  all  others. 

Only  thee,  my  soul's  Redeemer. 

Only  waiting  till  the  dawning. 

O  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave.  * 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing.  * 

On  thy  Church,  O  Power  divine.  * 

Our  heavenly  Father  and  our  Friend. 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above. 

O  saints,  who  are  weary. 

O  Savior,  precious  Savior. 

O  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep. 

O  soon  we'll  sing  the  depth  of  matchless  love. 

O  the  bitter  pain  and  sorrow.         .        ,      .      Theo.  Jlfonod. 

O  thou  God  of  our  salvation.  Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 

O  thou  in  whose  presence.       .  .  Jos.  Swain. 

O  thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time.  John  Pierpont. 

O  thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear.        .        Thos.  Moore. 

O  to  be  nothing,  nothing !  .  Georgiana  M.  Taylor. 

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F.  Bottome. 

S.  Medley. 

IVni.  Cozvper. 

W.  //.  Bathurst. 

C.  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 

II.  K.  White. 

.       C.   Wesley. 

Harriet  Auber. 

P.  Doddridge. 


P.  P.  Bliss. 

C.  Wesley. 

Jean  F.  Oherlitt. 

O.  W.  Holmes. 

Anna  Wai-ner. 

P.  P.  Bliss. 

.        F.J.  Crosby. 

Mrs.  P.  Palmer. 

Thos.  Kelley. 
.   Harriet  Auber. 

.     C.  Wesley. 

Mrs.  C.  T.  Rtissell. 
F.  R.  Havergal. 
E.  Johtison. 


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Index  of  Hymns. 


Geo.  F.  Root. 

Jas.  Montgo7Hery. 

Rexford. 


E.  E. 


flow.  ^ 


John 


S.  Eeking. 


H.  F.  Lyte. 
Kenipthorne. 


Our  lamps  are  trimmed.  * 
Out  of  the  depths  of  woe.  ^ 
O  where  are  the  reapers  ?  * 

Peace,  troubled  soul  * 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 
Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven. 
Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show. 
Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens  adore. 
Praise  to  him  by  whose  kind  favor. 
Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey.  * 
Precious  Jesus,  how  I  love  thee. 
Precious  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
Precious  promise  God  hath  given.  ^ 
Precious  Savior,  thou  hast  saved  me. 
Prince  of  peace,  accept  my  will.  * 

Reaping  all  day  were  the  virgins  fair.    Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 
Redeemed !  redeemed !  .  .  E.  A'athan. 

Rejoice  and  be  glad.  *      .  .  .  H.  Bonar. 

Rejoice!  rejoice!  the  promised  time  is  coming. 
Repeat  the  story  o'er  and  o'er.       .  .         P.  P.  Bliss. 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand.  *    ,  .  .      H.  Bona?'. 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me.  *       .  A.  M.  Toplady. 


Mrs 


Jos.  Hart. 

F.  Bottome. 

.  C.  T.  Russell. 

.       N.  Niles. 

L.  M.  Rouse. 

Mary  Barber. 


Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus.  * 

Safely  through  another  week. 

Saints  of  God,  the  dawn  is  brightening. 

Salvation !  O  the  joyful  sound ! 

Savior  divine,  now  from  above.  * 

Savior,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us.  *     . 

Savior,  more  than  life  to  me. 

Savior,  thy  dying  love.  * 

Send  out  thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord. 

Shall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man. 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  death's  river  ? 

Simply  trusting  every  day.  * 

Sing  them  over  again  to  me. 

Sing  with  all  the  sons  of  glory.  * 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise. 

So  let  our  daily  lives  express. 

Soon  all  shall  hail  our  Jesus'  name.     . 

Soon  shall  countless  hearts  and  voices. 

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F.  J.  Crosby. 
John  Newton. 

Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 

A.  Bourignon. 

D.  A.  Thrupp. 

F.  J.  Crosby. 

S.  D.  Phelps. 

•^  F.  G.  Burroughs. 

Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 

Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 

E.  P.  Stites. 

.      P.  P.  Bliss. 

W.J.  Irons. 

C.  Wesley. 

Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 


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Index  of  Hymns. 


Soon  shall  restitution  glory.  *                   Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 

Soon  shall  the  sweet,  glad  song  arise.  *      .  Mrs.   Voke. 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus.                 .  Geo.  Dtiffield. 

Sun  of  my  soul.  *              .              .          Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 
Sweet  hour  of  prayer.               .              .        W.  W.   Walford. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King.  *  .       /,   Watts. 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing.  *      .  J.  Allen. 


Take  my  life,  and  may  it  be.  * 

Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you. 

Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Savior  said 

Tell  it  out  among  the  nations. 

The  Church's  one  foundation.  * 

The  flush  of  morn  is  on  the  mountains.     . 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Loid.     Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd. 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed. 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare. 

The  Lord,  our  Savior,  will  appear. 

The  Lord's  my  Shepherd;  I'll  not  want 

The  night  is  spent,  the  morning  ray.    . 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. 

There  is  a  gate  that  stands  ajar.  * 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks. 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps.  * 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place.  * 

There  is  life  in  a  look.  "^ 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy.  * 

The  whole  world  was  lost. 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace.    . 

Though  all  the  world  my  choice  deride 

Though  earth-born  shadows  now  may  shroud.     B.  Barton. 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright.  John  Nervton. 

Thou  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus.  * 

Thou  my  everlasting  portion. 

Thou  refuge  of  my  soul. 

Thou  ever  present  aid. 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford. 

Thy  will  be  done !  I  will  not  fear.* 

'Tis  finished  !  So  the  Savior  cried.  "^ 

To  the  work,  to  the  work. 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head.  * 

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F.  R.  Havergal. 

Mrs.  Lydia  Baxter. 

C.   W.  Everest. 

F.  Have7'gal. 

S.  J.  Stone. 


.       T.  Kelley. 
Jos.  Addison. 

Frances  Rouse. 

Mfu.  Cowper. 
Airs.  Lydia  Baxter. 

J.  A.   Wallace. 

Henjy  F.  Lyte. 

Amelia  M.  Hull. 

Faber. 

P.  P.  Bliss. 

Oliver  Ilolden. 

G.  Tersteegen. 


F.J.  Crosby. 

Anna  Steele. 

.     C.  Wesley. 

John  Fawcett. 

J.  Roscoe. 

.     Sam  I  Stennett. 

F.  J.  Crosby. 

Philip  Doddridge. 


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Upon  the  gospel's  sacred  page. 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu.  * 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord. 
Wake  the  song  of  jubilee. 
Walk  in  the  light;  so  shall  thou  know 
Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning. 
Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  n  ght.  ^ 


We've  been  watching,  we've  been  waiting.  * 


John  Boturing.     31 1 

C.   IVesley. 

U'm.  F.  Lloyd. 

Leonard  Bacon. 

Bernard  Barton. 

S.  S.  Breiver. 

John  Bow  ring. 


We  praise  thee,  O  God. 
We  shall  meet  beyond  the  river.  * 
What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus. 
What  poor,  despised  company.  * 
^Vhat  various  hindrances  we  meet. 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  Ciod. 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross.  * 
When  I  view  the  cruel  cross. 
When  the  Lord  from  heaven  appears. 
When  the  storms  of  life  are  raging. 


Wm.  P.  Mackay. 

John  Atkinson. 

//.  Bonar. 

Jl'/n.  Coivpcr. 
J.  Addison. 
Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 
Mrs.  C.  T.  Bnsscll. 
'^  Geo.  C.  A^eedham. 
Miss  M.  E.  Scrvoss. 


Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord.  *  S.  Stennett. 

W^ho  in  the  Lord  confide.  .  .  C.  Wesley, 

Whom  have  I  to  help  but  thee  ?  .  R.  G.  Halls. 


Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints.  ^ 
Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded. 


Mrs.  C.  T.  Russell. 
F.  Kedey. 


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INDHX   OK  HYVINS. 


THE  DIVINE  MAJESTY  AND  GOODNESS. 

High  in  the  heavens,  Eternal  God. 
The  heavens  declare  thy  glor\',  Lord. 
There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks. 


THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 


Blessed  Bible,  j^recious  Word  ! 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  Word. 
There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy. 


DIVINE  PROVIDENCE. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way. 

Grace!  'Tis  a  charming  sound. 

How  wise  are  God's  commands  ! 

In  God  I  have  found  a  retreat. 

In  some  way  or  other,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

Precious  promise  God  hath  given. 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare.     . 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place. 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace. 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright. 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  racing. 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded. 

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REDEMPTION. 


Alas !  and  did  my  Savior  b'.eed  ? 

All  glory  to  Jesus  be  given. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  \ 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know  ? 

Christ  gave  his  life  for  me. 

Come,  sing  the  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

Free  from  the  law,  oh,  happy  condition ! 

God  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost. 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory. 

In  the  rifted  Rock  I'm  resting. 

In  Zion's  Rock  abiding. 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer. 

Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross. 

"Man  of  sorrows !  \\liat  a  name  ! 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less. 

Naught  of  merit  or  of  price. 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

O  bliss  of  the  purified. 

One  offer  of  salvation. 

One  there  is  above  all  others. 

O  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave. 

Redeemed !  redeemed ! 

Salvation !  O  the  joyful  sound. 

Sing  them  over  again  to  me. 

The  Church's  one  foundation. 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  b^ood. 

There  is  a  gate  that  stands  ajar. 

There  is  life  in  a  look. 

The  whole  world  wa^  lost. 

'Tis  finished  !  So  the  Savior  cried. 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 

When  I  view  the  cruel  cross. 


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RESTITUTION. 


Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow. 
Christ  is  come !  now  let  creation. 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed. 


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24 
30 
73 


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Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices. 

Hark  the  glad  sound  !  the  Lord  is  come. 

Have  you  heard  the  new  song  ?     . 

I  will  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun. 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come,     . 

Mine  eyes  can  see  the  glory  of  the  presence  of  the  Lord 

O  hail,  happy  day  !       . 

Soon  all  shall  hail  our  Jesus'  name. 

Soon  shall  countless  hearts  and  voices. 

Soon  shall  restitution  glory. 

Soon  shall  the  joyous  song  arise. 

Tell  it  out  among  the  nations. 

The  flush  of  morn  is  on  the  mountains. 

The  Lord,  our  Savior,  will  appear. 

The  night  is  spent,  the  morning  ray. 

Upon  the  gospel's  sacred  page. 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee. 

"When  the  Lord  from  heaven  appears. 


MUTUAL  LOVE  OF  CHRIST  AND  THE  CHURCH. 


A  littte  flock,  so  calls  he  thee. 

All  the  w^ay  my  Savior  leads  me. 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds.        .  .  . 

Go,  bury  thy  sorrow. 

Have  you  on  the  Lord  believed? 

He  leadeth  me  !  O  blessed  thought ! 

How  happy  and  blessed  the  hours. 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  God. 

I  will  sing  for  Jesus. 

Jesus,  the  veiy  thought  of  thee. 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King. 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet. 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned. 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ. 

No  longer  far  from  rest  I  roam. 

O  could  we  speak  the  matchless  worth. 

O  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight. 


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76 

79 
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138 
144 
171 

204 
268 
269 
270 
271 
280 
282 
287 
289 

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314 

327 


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23 
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80 
87 
94 
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113 
131 

139 
140 

143 
167 
170 
172 
189 

195 
226 


486 


Topicixl  Index  of  Hymns, 

Precious  Jesus,  how  I  love  thee  ! 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  I  shall  not  want. 

The  Lord's  my  shepherd,  Til  not  want. 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus. 

What  poor,  despised  company. 


CONSECRATION 

All  for  Jesus,  all  for  Jesus. 

And  can  I  yet  delay  ? 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy. 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  goi 

Flow  blessed,  liow  glorious,  how  joyful  to 

I  stand  all  astonished  with  wonder.     . 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine. 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right. 

Not  my  own,  but  saved  by  Jesus. 

Not  to  ourselves  again. 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime. 

O  the  bitter  pain  and  sorrow. 

O  thou  God  of  our  salvation. 

O  to  be  nothing,  nothing! 

Prince  of  peace,  accept  my  will. 

Savior,  thy  dying  love. 

Take  my  life,  and  may  it  be. 

Thou  hast  said,  O  blessed  Jesus. 

Thy  will  be  done,  I  will  not  fear. 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu. 


feel. 


CONFIDENCE  AND  TRUST. 


I  bring  my  sins  to  thee. 

I  come  to  thee,  I  come  to  thee. 

I  know  no  life  divided. 

I  know  not  what  awaits  me. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  I  .ord. 

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Topical  Index  of  Hymns. 


I've  found  a  Friend,  O  such  a  Friend ! 

Jesus,  thy  spotless  righteousness. 

Let  us  rejoice  in  Christ,  the  Lord. 

Lord,  I  delight  in  thee. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee. 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand. 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice ! 

O  love  divine,  that  stooped  to  share. 

Out  of  the  depths  of  woe. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me. 

Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus. 

Savior,  more  than  life  to  me. 

Simply  trusting  every  day. 

Sun  of  my  soul,  my  Father  dear. 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord. 

Who  in  the  Lord  confide. 

Whom  have  I,  Lord,  to  helj^,  but  thee  ? 


COMFORT  AND  ENCOURAGEMEIS 'l: 


Ah !  my  heart  is  heavy  laden. 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish. 

Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone. 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears. 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints. 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken. 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 

I  am  so  glad  that  our  Father  in  heaven. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say. 

I  left  it  all  with  Jesus. 

Mourner,  wheresoe'er  thou  art. 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing. 

O  saints,  who  are  weary  and  laden  of  soul. 

O  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep. 

O  thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear. 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear. 

Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you. 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

Though  earth-born  shadows  now  may  shroud 


Topical  Index  of  Hymns. 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 


Ah !  tell  me  not  of  gold  or  treasure. 
Happy  the  man  who  learns  to  trace. 
I  love  thy  will,  O  God. 
I  stand  all  astonished  with  wonder. 
()  for  a  closer  walk  with  God. 
O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink. 
()  for  a  heart  more  like  my  God. 
Repeat  the  story  o'er  and  o'er. 


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197 
198 
249 


WATCHFULNESS  AND  PRAYER. 


Am  I  a  soldier   of  the  cross  ? 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old. 

Awake  !  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve. 

By  thy  birth  and  by  thy  tears. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare. 

Fquip  me  for  the  war. 

Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss. 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be. 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows. 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 

Guide  me,  O  thou  gi-eat  Jehovah. 

Haste,  my  dull  soul,  arise. 

Heavenly  Father,  1  would  wear. 

Heavenly  I'ather,  sovereign  Lord. 

Heavenly  Father,  we,  thy  children. 

Holy  Spirit,  banish  sadness. 

Holy  Spirit,  faithful  guide. 

If  on  a  quiet  sea. 

I  need  thee  every  hour. 

Into  thy  gracious  hands  I  fall. 

I  want  a  principle  within. 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope.  .  ■ 

Jesus,  refuge  of  my  soul. 

Keep  thou  my  wa  >•,  O  Ford. 

Light  of  the  world,  shine  on  our  soul 

Lord  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call. 

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Love  of  Jesus,  all  divine. 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard. 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

O  Lord,  thy  promised  grace  impart. 

On  thy  Church,  O  Power  divine. 

Our  heavenly  Father  and  our  P>iend. 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above. 

O  Savior,  precious  Savior. 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey. 

Safely  through  another  week. 

Savior  divine,  now  from  above. 

Savior,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us. 

Shall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man. 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise ! 

So  let  our  daily  lives  express. 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford. 

Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning. 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night. 

We've  been  watching,  we've  been  waiting 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet. 


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323 


HEAVENLY  COMMUNION 


How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile ! 

I  have  entered  the  valley  of  blessing. 

I  love  to  steal  a  while  away. 

Laboring  and  lieavy  laden. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates. 

Lord,  no  hour  is  half  so  sweet. 

My  life  flows  on  in  endless  song. 

My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content. 

O  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord. 

O  how  happy  are  we  ! 

O  how  happy  are  they !     . 

Only  thee,  my  soul's  Redeemer. 

Precious  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 

Though  all  the  world  my  choice  deride. 

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274 
276 
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Topical  Imh'x  of  Hymns. 


Thou,  my  everlasting  portion. 

Thou  refuge  of  my  soul. 

Thou  ever  present  aid. 

Walk  in  the  light,  so  shalt  thou  know. 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord. 


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305 
315 
329 


WORK  IN  THE  VINEYARD. 

Great  Husbandman,  at  thy  command. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

Lo,  the  Day  of  God  is  breaking. 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe. 

One  n.ore  day's  work  for  Jesus. 

O  where  are  the  reapers  that  garner  in. 

Saints  of  God,  the  dawn  is  brightening. 

Send  out  thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord. 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King. 

To  the  work,  to  the  work,  O  ye  servants  of  God. 


PROSPECT  AND  INHERITANCE. 

A.  little  while,  now  he  has  come. 

Awake !  Jerusalem,  awake  !      . 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace. 

Bride  of  the  Lamb,  awake !  awake  ! 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King. 

Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er  thee. 

Come,  all  ye  saints,  to  Pisgah's  mountain. 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness. 

T'orever  with  the  Lord. 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken. 

God  has  promised  a  glorious  day. 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning. 

Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam. 

Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord  appear. 

I  am  wailing,  ever  waiting. 

If  I  in  thy  likeness,  O  Lord,  may  awake. 

I'm  a  pilgrim  and  I'm  a  stranger. 

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Topical  Index  of  Ilyinns 

I  am  a  way-worn  traveler. 

Lift  up,  lift  up  thy  voice  with  singing. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  desponding  pilgrims. 

Like  the  sound  of  many  waters. 

Long  in  bondage  we  have  waited. 

I>ook  !  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious. 

O  glorious  hope  of  heavenly  love. 

Only  waiting  till  the  dawning. 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing. 

O  soon  we'll  sing  the  depth  of  matcl;less  love 

O  thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time. 

Our  lamps  are  trimmed  and  burning. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 

Sing  with  all  the  sons  of  glory. 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head. 

We  shall  meet  bevond  the  river. 


PRAISE  AND  THANKSGIVING 


All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell. 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song. 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays. 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  love  the  Lord 

Eternal  God,  celestial  King. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. 

Glory  to  God  on  high. 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days. 

Hark !  the  notes  of  angels  singing. 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree. 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling. 

My  Father,  my  almighty  Friend. 

My  God,  I  have  found. 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys. 

My  song  shall  be  of  Jesus. 

My  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise. 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing. 

O  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  our  som 

O  thou  God  of  our  salvation. 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven. 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show. 

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Topical  Index  of  Hymns. 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens  adore  him.  .              .              .        237 

Praise  to  him  by  whose  kind  favor.      .  .              .              238 

Precious  Savior,  thou  hast  saved  me.  .              .              .        243 

Rejoice  and  be  glad.        .          .              .  .              .              247 

We  praise  thee,  O  God.       ,            .  .              .              -319 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God.        .  .              .              324 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints.  .              .              .       332 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

BAPTISM. — (See  also  Consecration.) 

Come,  Jesus,  Master,  Sun  divine.          ...  33 

Dear  Savior,  we  thy  will  obey.      .               .              .  ^          42 

Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Savior  said.      .              .              .  279 

Thou  hast  said,  O  blessed  Jesus.                 .             .  .       302 


THE   MEMORIAL   SUPPER. 


According  to  thy  gracious  Word.  ...  2 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies.  .  .  .86 

In  memory  of  the  Savior's  love.  .  .  .  122 


FUNERALS. 


Father,  while  our  eyes  are  weeping.  .              .  .51 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies.  ...  98 

Jesus  wept  in  sorrow  over.              .  .              .  ,        142 

Many  sleep,  but  not  forever.  .              .              .  169 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less.  .              .  .178 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand.         ....  250 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  death's  river  ?  .              .  .       262 


DISMISSION. 


Abide,  sweet  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove.  .              .                  I 

Heavenly  father,  we  beseech  thee.             ,  .              .84 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.       .  .              ^               1 58 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.              .  .              -        '59 

Praise  God,  from  wliora  all  blessings  flow.  .              .              234 

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Topical  Index  of  Hyrnns. 

'1  HK   NKW  YEAR. 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue.       .  .  .34 


EASTER. 


Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day.  ...  31 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed.  ....       285 


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